It's not weird, a lesser person would have sing it perfectly (Malcolm gladwell podcast)
The kid, it turned out, was not a machine. Kids never are (John Green podcast)
Rick Ankheil got the yips but the yips didn't get him(John Green podcast)
It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway (Atticus Finch (John Green podcast)
When I crossed that line, I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything (Harriet Tubman good night stories for rebel girls)
Anybody can look at you. It's quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see (John Green)
Even though I was supposed to be basically grown up and my mother annoyed the hell out of me, I couldn't stop thinking until her lullaby finally put me to sleep. (John Green)
It's comforting to think that when we're too fatigued to fight someone else will take the lead. (Guardian long read It is perhaps too comforting)
Well there are no wizards Gretchen Ruben
It could never be forgotten because now is now, now could never be a long time ago (Laura ingalls Wilder)(thought of that a lot of times since)
They never used to listen and now they won't stop. What is it they actually want? (Guardian wolf man podcast)
It's not angst anymore it's despair (about Johnny Cash hurt Malcom gladwell)
They believe that noone is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away, until the clock he wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone's life, they say, is only the core of their actual existence. (Pratchett reaper man)
The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. (Proust goldblatt film)
Tension release, tension release (Howard ho talking about why music makes us cry)
"They believe that noone is finally dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away, until the clock he wound up winds down, until the wine she made has finished its ferment, until the crop they planted is harvested. The span of someone's life, they say, is only the core of their actual existence." Or there is no one left who knew them, and they are forgotten. Unless they are an author in which case they might be immortal.
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