Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.
Isaac Marion
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
Isaac Marion
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Seattle
Washington
Matters
However
Next
Matter
More quotes by Isaac Marion
It frustrates and fascinates me that we'll never know for sure, that despite the best efforts of historians and scientists and poets, there are some things we'll just never know. What the first song sounded like. How it felt to see the first photograph. Who kissed the first kiss, and if it was any good.
Isaac Marion
Warm Bodies ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written.
Isaac Marion
You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind. Memories you capture on purpose are always more vivid than the ones you pick up by accident.
Isaac Marion
It was fun, but it's over now. This is how things go.
Isaac Marion
Can we really choose anything?' 'Maybe. If we want to bad enough.
Isaac Marion
What's wrong with people? she says, almost too quiet for me to hear. Were they born with parts missing or did it fall out somewhere along the way?
Isaac Marion
It's a strange feeling, being so utterly surrounded by her. Her life scent is on everything. She's on me and under me and next to me. It's as if the entire room is made out of her.
Isaac Marion
Just... ate, M says, frowning at me a little. Two days...ago. I grab my stomach again. Feel empty. Feel... dead. He nods. Marr...iage.
Isaac Marion
I used to split my time between writing, music and painting. I would work on a book and then abandon it, start a band, do an album, quit music, then do a gallery show. Eventually I decided to give writing a serious shot.
Isaac Marion
Stop. Breathe those useless breaths. Drop this piece of life you’re holding to your lips. Where are you? How long have you been here? Stop now. You have to stop. Squeeze shut your stinging eyes, and take another bite.
Isaac Marion
I can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present.
Isaac Marion
Every time I go to sleep, I know I may never wake up. How could anyone expect to? You drop your tiny, helpless mind into a bottomless well, crossing your fingers and hoping when you pull it out on its flimsy fishing wire it hasn't been gnawed to bones by nameless beasts below.
Isaac Marion
Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.
Isaac Marion
Writing isn't letters on paper. It's communication. It's memory.
Isaac Marion
I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread.
Isaac Marion
I sigh inside, so exhausted by these ugly questions, but when did a monster ever deserve its privacy?
Isaac Marion
I wince at her use of the word human. I've never liked that differentiation. She is living and I'm dead, but we're both human. Call me an idealist.
Isaac Marion
A month ago there was nothing on Earth I missed, enjoyed, or longed for. I knew I could lose everything and not feel anything, and I rested easy in that knowledge. But I'm growing tired of easy things.
Isaac Marion
How do I appear unthreatening when her lover's blood is running down my chin?
Isaac Marion
I want life and in all its stupid sticky rawness.
Isaac Marion