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“Life stings. It can bite and claw and kick you when you’re down. It can lift you up in celebration and clutch your heart until you think it’ll rip from your chest. It’s glorious and wonderful and oh so devastating. We sing and we laugh and we dance until we can move no more, and it’s all worth it. Every single piece. Every single part. Because life isn’t made up of the breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away.”

“The world is changing,” I say, my voice the strongest it’s been since I started speaking ten minutes ago. “Every day the world is changing. Sometimes, though, it’s not for the better. Sometimes it seems as if we’re taking two steps back for every one step forward. Some of us are still being told we aren’t good enough because of the color of our skin. Because of our socioeconomic background. Because of how we were raised.” I hesitate, but it’s now or never. “Or because of who we choose to love. I encourage you… no, I beg you to go out there and make the world a better place. Make it something we can look back and be proud of. That we can say at this moment we made the decision to be the catalyst for change, that we rose up past every single prejudice facing us and held our heads high.”

“We made it this far and we’re alive, aren’t we? There were times I didn’t think we’d be able to say that. To be where we are and say that. So while things can be shit, you just remember that you’re alive, and if you’re alive, that means you can take another step. And if you can take another step, then you are nowhere near close to being done.”

“I’m Gus,” he said. “That’s it.” “Everyone is something, Gus.” “I know,” he said. “But that’s really it. I’m Gus. I work in a video store that no one really goes to. I own some buildings. I have a pet ferret. I read an inspirational message off a calendar every morning even though I don’t want to. My friends are all two times my age or more. I read encyclopedias. I miss my dad. And I think I might worship the ground Casey walks on. That’s it. That’s who I am.” “That doesn’t cover your sexual orientation, Gus.” “Maybe,” Gus said. “But why does it matter? Why do I need to be defined as anything? Why can’t I just be who I am without some asshole trying to make me into something I’m not?”