“What are you doing?” I yell. “Don’t you know what’s coming?”
But that isn’t fair. The fact is she didn’t know, had no way of knowing, and that was her blessing and why I miss her so much, more than anyone, if I’m being honest. When I cry—when I let myself cry—that’s who I cry for. I don’t cry for myself. I cry for the Cassie that’s gone.
And I wonder what that Cassie would think of me.
jessica wiyantihar citeratför 3 år sedan
You’re beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us.
We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo.
And we will be your masterpiece.
Kamu menebas mata bajak menjadi pedang, Vosch. Anda mengubah kami.
Kami adalah tanah liat, dan Anda adalah Michelangelo.
Dan kami akan menjadi mahakarya Anda.
jessica wiyantihar citeratför 3 år sedan
beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us.
We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo.
And we will be your masterpiece.
hamisamusamhar citeratför 4 år sedan
We reacted to the drone the way anyone would react.
Carolina Casallashar citeratför 4 år sedan
I don’t care what the stars say about how small we are. One, even the smallest, weakest, most insignificant one, matters.
Carolina Casallashar citeratför 4 år sedan
The minute we decide that one person doesn’t matter anymore, they’ve won
Carolina Casallashar citeratför 4 år sedan
We’re here, and then we’re gone, and it’s not about the time we’re here, but what we do with the time.”
asasiprhar citeratför 5 år sedan
I didn’t answer. I didn’t answer because I didn’t have an answer
asasiprhar citeratför 5 år sedan
How do you rid the Earth of humans? Rid the humans of their humanity.
asasiprhar citeratför 5 år sedan
That made sense. Or did it make sense because I wanted it to make sense?