En Yeni Scythe Sözleri ve Alıntıları
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The world has a talent for rewarding bad behavior with stardom.
The greatest achievement of the human race was not conquering death. It was ending government.
If you’ve ever studied mortal age cartoons, you’ll remember this one. A coyote was always plotting the demise of a smirking long-necked bird. The coyote never succeeded; instead, his plans always backfired. He would blow up, or get shot, or splat from a ridiculous height.
And it was funny.
Because no matter how deadly his failure, he was always back in the next scene, as if there were a revival center just beyond the edge of the animation cell.
I’ve seen human foibles that have resulted in temporary maiming or momentary loss of life. People stumble into manholes, are hit by falling objects, trip into the paths of speeding vehicles.
And when it happens, people laugh, because no matter how gruesome the event, that person, just like the coyote, will be back in a day or two, as good as new, and no worse—or wiser—for the wear.
Immortality has turned us all into cartoons.
Innocence is doomed to die a senseless death at our own hands, a casualty of the mistakes we can never undo.
“I love you,” he said.
“Same here,” she responded. “Now get lost.”
"Had she lived, who knows what she might have done. Perhaps she could have changed the world and redeemed her family name. I choose to be Scythe Anastasia. I vow to become the change that might have been."
Well, she could learn self-control tomorrow. Today she wanted pizza.
Hope in the shadow of fear is the world’s most powerful motivator.
"My real name is Shawn Dobson. Will you call me that, Rowan? Will you call me by my real name?"
My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or for comfort or for joy. It is that we all still die a little inside every time we witness the death of another. For only the pain of empathy will keep us human. There's no version of God that can help us if we ever lose that.
He began to feel like a ghost in his own life, existing in a forced blind spot of the world.
Without the threat of suffering, we can’t experience true joy. The best we get is pleasantness.
So then, if we are no longer human, what are we?
"Ha!” said the unsavory, puffing up at his strategic triumph. “I’ve got immunity for a year—and you can’t undo it! I know the rules!”
Scythe Faraday was unfazed. “Yes, good for you,” he said. “You have three hundred sixty-five days of immunity.” And then, looking him in the eye, said, “And I’ll be seeing you on day three hundred sixty-six."
They knew what had happened at school, and what was happening now, but they dismissed it in that self-serving way parents often had of pretending anything they can’t solve is not really a problem.