Jerry Keleher > Jerry's Quotes

“No one survives this journey intact. Parts of your character will be cut away forever, as the lessons you receive on your path, remould you.”
― A.R. Merrydew, The Dumb Dumb's Handbook: To Twin Flame Relationships

“He turned and saw Becky, crying in the doorway of her house. What was he doing here? Turning back he saw flashing blue lights at the end of the road, and realised the ringing in his ears was the sound of approaching sirens.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Zombie Room

“The early women rise before I do. Their lamps splinter the gloom of the kitchens. They chatter in whispers as they brew tea for the cooks. Windows are open to counter the heat of the ovens. Outside, the sky is as black as my soul.”
― K. Ritz, Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master

“Death rides on all of our shoulders from the day we are born.”
― Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“WHAT you DO NOT KNOW YOURSELF, you CANNOT TEACH ANOTHER.”
― Daniel Quinn, The Holy

“You can live as a particle crashing about and colliding in a welter of materials with god, or you can live as a particle crashing about and colliding in a welter of materials without god. But you cannot live outside the welter of colliding materials.”
― Annie Dillard, For the Time Being: Essays

“Stories are the wildest things of all, the monster rumbled. Stories chase and bite and hunt.

That's what teachers always say, Conor said. No one believes them either.”
― Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

“The gulf between how one should live and how one does live is so wide that a man who neglects what is actually done for what should be done learns the way to self-destruction rather than self-preservation.”
― Niccolò Machiavelli

“There is an arch supported by four vast columns. Etched over hundreds and hundreds of yards of stone, furlongs of stone, there are names:
"Who are these, these? The men who died in this battle?"
"No. The lost, the ones they did not find. The others are in the cemeteries."
"These are just the ... the unfound." When she could speak again. From the whole war?"
The man shook his head. "Just these fields."
Elizabeth sat on the steps. "No one told me. My God no one told me,”
― Sebastian Faulks, Birdsong