Quote to Consider: The balance of emotion (Challenger Deep)

“You know the darkness beyond despair, just as intimately as you know the soaring heights. Because in this and all universes, there is balance. You can’t have the one without facing the other. And sometimes you think you can take it because the joy is worth the despair, and sometimes you know you can’t take it and how did you ever think you could?”

-Neal Shusterman, Challenger Deep


Quote to leave you wondering (or wandering)

“I still can’t figure out if it’s bravery or cowardice to take your own life. I can’t figure out if it’s being selfish, or selfless. Is it the ultimate act of letting go of oneself, or a cheap act of self-possession? People say a failed attempt is a cry for help. I guess that’s true if the person meant it to be unsuccessful. But then, I guess most failed attempts aren’t entirely sincere, because let’s face it, if you want to off yourself, there are plenty of ways to make sure it works.     

     Still, if you’ve got to bring yourself within inches of your life just to cry for help, something’s wrong somewhere. Either you weren’t yelling loudly enough to being with, or the people around you are deaf, dumb, and blind. Which makes me think it isn’t a cry for help-it’s more a cry to be taken seriously. A cry that says “I’m hurting so badly, the world must, for once, come to a grinding halt for me.”
     The question is, what do you do next? the world stops, and looks at you lying there with your wounds bandaged, or your stomach pumped, and says, “Okay, you have my attention.” Most people don’t know what to do with that moment if they get it. Which makes it definitely not worth the cost of getting there.”

Neal Shusterman, Challenger Deep

Quote of interest: Words

“Words!  Mere Words!  How terrible they were!  How clear, and vivid, and cruel!  One could not escape from them.  And yet what a subtle magic there was in them!  They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet  as that of viol or of lute.  Mere words!  Was there anything as real as words?”


-Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Torn from the pages: Giving Up

“Like driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel, tossing you- just a tad-off the road.  The wheels kick up some dirt, but you’re able to pull it back.  Yet no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side.  You have so little control over anything anymore.  And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go.  Allowing tragedy… or whatever… to happen.”

Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why