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“So he gave everything he had left. "I think you're lovely. All of you. And though I've lived in a world where you didn't exist for most of my life, I don't believe that's a world I can be in any longer. It started with the sun, and it was warm. And then came the sea, and it was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. It was followed by this place, this island so mysterious and wonderful. But it was you who gave me peace and joy like I've never had before. You gave me a voice and a purpose. Nothing would have changed if it hadn't been for all of you. I believe they've listened to me, but the only reason I knew what to say at all was because of what you taught me. We're not alone. We never have been. We have each other. If I were to leave again, I would wish I were here. I don't want to wish anymore. If you'll have me, I would like stay. For always.”

“Why have you never seen the ocean?" Phee asked as Linus stared in horror at Lucy. "It's always there. It never goes anywhere. It's too big to move." [. . .] "I've just...I've never had time," Linus said, feeling dizzy. "I-too many responsibilities. I have an important job and-" Theodore attacked the meat Ms. Chapelwhite had set on his plate growling low in his throat. "Arthur says that we should always make time for the things we like," Talia said. "If we don't, we might forget how to be happy. Are you not happy, Mr. Baker?”

“There were too many theories, and none of them seemed to be based in any kind of reality. Most seemed to be struck on the idea that Extraordinaries were born and not made. If that were the case, Nick was screwed even before he got started. And since that wouldn't do, he chose not to believe it. Besides, it smacked of pure-blood bullshit, and Nick wasn't here for that at all.”

“You told me it was like the fight for me is all you’ve ever known. I think about that a lot and someplace inside me, some secret place that I can only look at for a little bit at a time, I know you’re right. I know this because I’ve been fighting for you to come home. I’ve been screaming and dying and praying for you to come home, and it’s taken so long, but now it’s like you never left, and I can’t seem to fit that together in my mind.” [...] “I’ve never told anyone this, but anytime that I’ve felt sad or alone or angry or upset, I would pray to God to just make you come back. That I would do anything He wanted me to do if only you would walk through my door. You were the only thing that made me feel safe when the earthquakes threatened to break me. I needed you to come home because when you’re not here, I don’t have a home.”

“È... un peccato. Restiamo intrappolati nelle nostre piccole bolle e, anche se il mondo è un luogo vasto e misterioso, le bolle ci tengono al sicuro. A nostro discapito." Sospirò. "Ma è così facile, la routine è così rassicurante. Giorno dopo giorno, sempre la stessa cosa. Quando ci riscuotiamo perché la bolla esplode, può essere difficile capire che cosa ci siamo persi. Possiamo avere paura. Qualcuno può persino lottare per cercare di rientrare nella bolla. Non so se io lo farei, ma di certo vivevo in una bolla." Fece un sorriso pieno di rammarico. "Grazie al cielo lei l'ha fatta scoppiare.”

“¿Estás seguro de que no quieres saberlo? ¿Ni siquiera un poquito? —Sam, si no me llevas de vuelta al castillo en este instante, me aseguraré de que seas miserable el resto de nuestras vidas. Mi corazón se hinchó. Fue inevitable. Dio un paso atrás. —Qué. ¿Por qué me miras así? ¿Como si estuvieras teniendo sentimientos? Necesitaba abrazarlo mucho. —Porque —dije, dando un paso hacia él—. Acabas de decir que querías que me sintiera miserable por el resto de nuestras vidas. Como si viviéramos largos y miserables años juntos. Siempre. Como mejores amigos.”

“A secret code?” Phillip gasped. “Tell me.” She leaned forward, looking him straight in the eye, and said, “Olive juice.” David snorted when Phillip glanced at him, bewildered, before he looked back at their daughter. “Olive juice,” he said slowly. “Of course, because that means….” Alice laughed. “Silly Papa. It means I love you. Because it sounds the same.” “Only when you whisper it,” David reminded her. “Oh,” she said. “I forgot.” She leaned forward, her forehead pressed against Phillip’s, and she whispered, “Olive juice.” Phillip grinned and whispered back, “Olive juice too.”

“Noi non interferiamo mai con la morte. Non si può.» «Perché no?» «Perché è sempre lì. A prescindere da cosa fai, da che tipo di vita conduci, buona o cattiva o da qualche parte nel mezzo, la morte ti sta sempre aspettando. Si inizia a morire nell’istante in cui si nasce.» Wallace fece un sospiro stanco. «Non puoi non sapere quanto suona triste.» «Certo che lo so» rispose Mei. «Perché è la verità. Preferiresti che ti raccontassi bugie?» «No. Solo… allora qual è il punto? Di tutto questo? Di tutto? Se niente di ciò che facciamo ha importanza, perché dovremmo impegnarci?» Stava entrando in una spirale senza vie d’uscita, ne era consapevole. Una spirale d’angoscia. Aveva la pelle gelida, ma non per l’aria della sera. Serrò i denti per impedire che sbattessero. «Perché è la tua vita» intervenne Nelson, comparendogli accanto. «È nelle tue mani. No, non sempre è giusta. No, non sempre va bene. Può bruciare, lacerarti, a volte infierire al punto da renderti irriconoscibile. Certe persone combattono. Altre… non ci riescono, anche se non credo che bisognerebbe biasimarle per questo. Arrendersi è facile. Tirarsi su molto meno. Ma dobbiamo credere che se ci riusciamo, potremo fare un alto passo. Potremo…» «Andare avanti?» ribatté Wallace. «Perché tu non l’hai fatto. Tu sei ancora qui, quindi smettila di propinarmi queste stronzate. Puoi dire quello che ti pare, ma sei ipocrita come pochi.» «E questa è la differenza tra noi due» disse Nelson. «Io non ho mai negato di esserlo.”

“Free will is paramount, though it can get a bit messy at times...You try to make us think you understand, but how could you? You don't have our humanity. You don't know what it's like to have a beating heart, to feel it crack. You don't know what it means to be happy, what it means to grieve. Maybe some part of you is jealous of all the things we are that you can never be.”