507 Quotes About Scifi
- Author E.C. Lemus
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In the illusion of delusion, between madness and lawlessness I exist. I dream about dreams, about illusions and disillusions and cold and madness and you… the source. Known and unknown and the eternity and the darkness flittering with my soul and on the outside ofmemories; cages and cages of feelings caught in a single line of dreams shackled to a thought
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- Author E.C. Lemus
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We are monsters with good intentions, our instincts drive us but our passions devour us
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- Author E.C. Lemus
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It didn’t belong to anything and nothing belonged to it. It searched for eternities trying to find a host… a carrier… a harlequin or a prophet that would have brought meaning and form to its reasons, but that never happened..
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- Author E.C. Lemus
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But I belong here. I could live here…hiding from the others, living among their consciences and their fears; why not? Could this be the missing link? Could it be the darkness that I fear the most… could I be… evil?
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- Author Sophia Elaine Hanson
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Freedom is a state of mind.
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- Author Ellis Adler
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Can you even have human nature if you don’t have the capacity to feel?” I ask. “Do you mean on some kind of existentialist ‘what are we if not the things we feel’ kind of way?” I don’t know what he means by existentialist. I say as much. He laughs. I entertain the idea of stabbing him for several minutes.
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- Author Clyde Dsouza
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It's amazing how once the mind is free of emotional pollution, logic and clarity emerge.
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- Author Osama Siddique
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There are all the hidden menaces of long journeys on the way.But we shall go.Treat it as exile or a new beginning.
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- Author Laura Kreitzer
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Refusing to listen to him any longer, Julian backs up. “Whenever you realize working together is in Summer’s best interest, come find me, Boy Scout. Until then, I’ll just pretend you don’t exist.” Then he walks away.Gage glares at Julian’s retreating form. His hand scrapes through his hair as he fumes. A guttural roar of rage crawls up his throat, and he kicks the sand.Damn him and his stupid logic. He’s right. And Gage knows he’s right. But that doesn’t mean he has to like it.
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