Imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.
We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think we are invincible because we are.
What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding in an hour.
All right. The snow may be falling in the winter of my discontent, but at least I've got sarcastic company.
The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall
And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.
How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.
I chose to document the lives of people living in a remote village in Alaska called Shishmaref because there we can literally see how climate change is affecting their homes, livelihoods and ultimately their lives.
There was really no friendship in modeling, though a certain amount of warmth comes from running into models you know on shoots, because you end up in so many unfamiliar places, from Alaska to Africa.
Many climate scientists say their biggest fear is that warming could melt the Arctic permafrost - which stretches for thousands of miles across Alaska, Canada, and Siberia.
I never watch MTV. I don't have time to watch TV. And when I do, I'm watching the Discovery Channel. 'Deadliest Catch: Crab Fishing in Alaska,' that's my show.
With a sigh, he grabbed hold of his chair and lifted himself out of it, then wrote on the blackboard: How will we ever get out of this labyrinth of suffering? - A.Y. 'I'm going to leave that up for the rest of the semester,' he said. 'Because everybo...
Sunny days are the perfect days to spy on people. Especially at night (offer only valid for residents of Alaska).
You shall love your neighbour With your crooked heart, It says so much about love and brokenness -- it's perfect.
Chip, she’s gone,” and he said, “I thought I’d feel her looking down on us, but you’re right. She’s just gone
I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.
She's cute, I thought, but you don't need to like a girl who treats you like you're ten: You've already got a mom.
The pigs can't stop the fox; I'm too quick,' Takumi said to himself. "I can rhyme while I run; I'm that slick.
Jesus, I'm not going to be one of those people who sits around talking about what they're going to do. I'm just going to do it.
Principled hate is a hell of a lot stronger than "Boy, I wish you hadn't mummified me and thrown me into the lake" hate.
