Best 20 quotes of David Arnold on MyQuotes

And even though things are heavy right now, it occurs to me how happy I am just to be with my friends. Sure, I'd love to kiss-hug-marry-hold Beck, but for now, I'm happy just to be with him. Sometimes being with gets overlooked I think.

A pall fell over the room. A black shroud of disease and deathbeds and all the worst things from all the worst places. This mutant world, a tragic portmanteau, the unnatural marriage of two roots as different as could be. 'And do you, Ability take Vitriol to be your lawfully wedded suffix?' I wanted to scream objections to the unholy matrimony, but nothing came out. My mouth was clammy and dry, full of sand. Dr. Wilson smiled on, rambling about the benefits of Abilitol while my father nodded like a toy bobblehead immune to the deepening shadow in the room. As they spoke, I caught my mother's eye. I could tell by her face that she felt the deepening shadow too. Neither of us smiled. Neither of us spoke. We felt the shadow together.

Because this is my life, the only one I get. And if it's a choice between a life Albilitoled, or a life full of Life... well, that's not really a choice at all.

(Every great character, Iz, be it on page or screen, is multidimensional. The good guys aren't all good, and the bad guys aren't all bad, and any character wholly one or the other shouldn't exist at all. Remember this when I describe the antics that follow, for though I am not a villain, I am not immune to villainy.)

However, if you're cursed as I am with a love of storytelling and adventures in galaxies far, far away, and mythical creatures from fictional lands who are more real to you than actual people with blood and bones---which is to say, people who exist---well, let me be the first to pass on my condolences. Because life is rarely what you imagined it would be.

I have limited experience, but I know this: moments of connection with another human being are patently rare. But rarer still are those who can recognize such a connection when they see one.

I'm a Picasso, not a Vermeer

...it's like we start these trajectories when we're twelve, or worse, the trajectories are started for us, and then we're expected to stay on that trajectory for the rest of our lives? ... I want a new trajectory. Everything---everyone---in my life is stagnant...It's like my life is this old sweater. And I've outgrown it (51)

What if … what if … what if … I play the What If? game all the time. But it’s rigged, is the thing. Impossible to win. Asking What If? can only lead to Maybe Things Could Have Been Different, via Was It My Fault?

Like a Siren, it tempts me with whispered promises of the ever-elusive Normal Life.

Memories are as infinite as the horizon.

My heart was so full, I thought it might explode into the ether, creating some bizarre new solar system whose inhabitants ate only love, drank only hope, and breathed only joy. What a substantial galaxy that would be.

Pain makes people who they are.

The longer you hold onto an apology, the harder it is to give.

...the people arrogant enough to use the words 'I understand' are the ones who can't possibly understand.

They lived and laughed and they saw that it was good.

They lived and they laughed and they saw it was good.

We are, each of us, hopeless hopers.

What if...what if...what if...I play the What If? game all the time. But it's rigged, is the thing. Impossible to win. Asking What I? can only lead to Maybe Things Could Have Been Different, via Was It My Fault?

What if...what if...what if...I play the What If? game all the time. But it's rigged, is the thing. Impossible to win. Asking What If? can only lead to Maybe Things Could Have Been Different, via Was It My Fault?