295 Quotes by Isaac Marion

Maybe eventually winter will finish our job for us and end the world in ice instead of blood.

It’s not about keeping up the population, it’s about passing on who we are and what we've learned, so things keep going. So we don’t just end.

Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?

I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.

I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present.

I like how you remember things,’ I say. She looks at me. ‘Well, we have to. We have to remember everything. If we don’t, by the time we grow up it’ll be gone for ever.

But we don’t remember those lives. We can’t read our diaries.’ ‘It doesn’t matter. We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.’ ‘But can we choose that?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘We’re Dead. Can we really choose anything?’ ‘Maybe. If we want to bad enough.

We eat and sleep and shuffle through the fog, walking a marathon with no finish line, no medals, no cheering.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.