I mean, it's like we all get our raw materials from our families―but it's up to us whether we build bridges or bombs.
Neal ShustermanRead
On a hairpin turn, above the dead forest, on no day in particular, a white Toyota crashed into a black Mercedes, for a moment blending into a blur of gray.
Interpretation
This quote illustrates the unpredictability of life and the suddenness with which events can unfold.
In this quote, Neal Shusterman captures a moment of unexpected chaos and the intertwining of lives through a tragic accident. The imagery of the hairpin turn and the crash evokes a sense of unpredictability and the fragile nature of existence, reminding us that life can change in an instant, leaving behind a blur of what was once clear.
In practice
This quote can be used in a discussion about the unexpected twists in life during a motivational speech.
I mean, it's like we all get our raw materials from our families―but it's up to us whether we build bridges or bombs.
Either things happen for a reason, or they happen for no reason at all. Either one's life is a thread in a glorious tapestry or humanity is just a hopelessly tangled knot.
Unwinds didn't go out with a bang-they didn't even go out with a whimper. they went out with the silence of a candle flame pinched between two fingers.
She smiles at them as they go by and continues to play, making it clear that this furnace of a place, full of planes that cannot fly, is more than it seems. It is a womb of redemption for every Unwind, and fora ll those who fought the Heartland War and lost - which was everybody.
Words don't hurt you." Which is one of the hugest criminal lies perpetrated by adults against children in this world. Because words hurt more than any physical pain.
Which is worse, Risa often wondered, to have tens of thousands of babies that no one wanted or to silently make then go away before they were even born
I’m on a roller coaster that only goes up, my friend.
Since 1981, I've spent every Thanksgiving Day broadcasting a game, and it is one of my favorite days. You can say, 'Woe is me, I never get to be part of the tradition,' or you can say, 'Heck, we've got our own tradition, and it's pretty good.'
It's like many other things in life, Ellie. You keep on the path and all's well. You get off it and the next thing you know you're lost if you're not lucky.
In a faraway land called 'pre-2000,' what Earthlings now call blogging was called 'keeping a diary.' It's hard work to do well. I tried doing it in the early 1990s but had to stop because I no longer had a life - instead I had this thing that generated anecdotes to go into my diary. The diary took over and I had to stop.
How hard a thing is life to the lowly, and yet how human and real!
Those who rhapsodize about the ease and joy of childhood have perhaps forgotten what it's like to be 12 years old.
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