Citati iz knjige „The Beginning of Everything“ autora Robyn Schneider

Verónica Citlali
Verónica Citlalije citiralaпре 4 године
The funny thing about gold is how quickly it can tarnish.
Ren Mengkouy
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SOMETIMES I THINK that everyone has a tragedy waiting for them, that the people buying milk in their pajamas or picking their noses at stoplights could be only moments away from disaster. That everyone’s life, no matter how unremarkable, has a moment when it will become extraordinary—a single encounter after which everything that really matters will happen.
My friend Toby came down with a bad case of tragedy the week before w
katherinesandt
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The news reports said that a fourteen-year-old boy from Japan was decapitated on the Thunder Mountain Railroad when he disregarded the posted safety warnings. What the news reports didn’t say was how the kid’s head sailed backward in its mouse-ear hat like some sort of grotesque helicopter, and how Toby Ellicott, on his twelfth birthday, caught the severed head and held on to it in shock for the duration of the ride.
Emilia
Emilia je citiraoпре 6 дана
Oscar Wilde once said that to live is the rarest thing in the world, because most people just exist, and that’s all. I don’t know if he’s right, but I do know that I spent a long time existing, and now, I intend to live.
Serene Anacia Lamis
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I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity and her flaming self respect and it’s these things I’d believe in even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all that she should be. . . . I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
—F. SCOTT FITZGERALD
Rubén Zúñiga
Rubén Zúñigaje citiraoпре 21 дана
it just hit me as wasteful

Simplemente me pareció un desperdicio

Rubén Zúñiga
Rubén Zúñigaje citiraoпре 21 дана
running a hand through my hair

Pasando una mano por mi cabello

Rubén Zúñiga
Rubén Zúñigaje citiraoпре 21 дана
tangles of Christmas lights

Luces enredadas

Rubén Zúñiga
Rubén Zúñigaje citiraoпре 21 дана
low-ceilinged tunnel.

Tunel de techo bajo

Fabiola Rosas Torres
Fabiola Rosas Torresje citiraoпре 2 месеца
It could have easily been me

Fácilmente podría haber sido yo

Fabiola Rosas Torres
Fabiola Rosas Torresje citiraoпре 2 месеца
caught the severed head and held on

cogió la cabeza cortada y se agarró

Naomi Ydel Carsula
Naomi Ydel Carsulaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
SOMETIMES I THINK that everyone has a tragedy waiting for them,
Naomi Ydel Carsula
Naomi Ydel Carsulaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
everything that really matters will happen.
Naomi Ydel Carsula
Naomi Ydel Carsulaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
That everyone’s life, no matter how unremarkable, has a moment when it will become extraordinary—a single encounter after which
Aaliaan Abdullah
Aaliaan Abdullahje citiraoпре 5 месеци
gold is how quickly it can tarnish.
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SOMETIMES I THINK that everyone has a tragedy waiting for them, that the people buying milk in their pajamas or picking their noses at stoplights could be only moments away from disaster. That everyone’s life, no matter how unremarkable, has a moment when it will become extraordinary—a single encounter after which everything that really matters will happen.
My friend Toby came down with a bad case of tragedy the week before we started seventh grade at Westlake Middle School. We were fanatical about Ping-Pong that summer, playing it barefoot in his backyard with aspirations toward some sort of world championship. I was the better player, because my parents had forced me into private tennis lessons ever since I’d been given my own fork at the dinner table. But sometimes, out of a sense of friendship, I let Toby win. It was a game for me, figuring out how to lose just convincingly enough that he wouldn’t figure I was doing it on purpose. And so, while he practiced for the mythical Ping-Pong world championship, I practiced a quiet, well-meaning type of anarchy toward my father’s conviction that winning was what mattered in life.
Even though Toby and I were the kind of best friends who rarely sought the company of other boys our age, his mother insisted on a birthday party, perhaps to insure his popularity in middle school—a popularity we had not enjoyed in elementary school.
She sent out Pirates of the Caribbean–themed invitations to a half dozen kids in our year with whom Toby and I shared a collective disinterest in socializing, and she took us all to Disneyland in the world’s filthiest burgundy minivan the last Tuesday of the summer.
We lived only twenty minutes’ drive south of Disneyland, and the magic of the place was well worn off by the end of sixth grade. We knew exactly which rides were good, and which were a waste of time. When Mrs. Ellicott suggested a visit to the Enchanted Tiki Room, the idea was met
Saad Liaqat
Saad Liaqatje citiraoпре 6 месеци
I’m speaking, of course, about getting into college, where one has the option to engage in those sorts of illicit activities after achieving academic excellence, naturally,” Toby quickly amended. “And joining the debate team makes an excellent résumé stuffer for those college applications.
Saad Liaqat
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Back then, my impression of the debate team was that it was a bunch of guys who put on business suits during the weekend and thought they actually had something meaningful to say about foreign policy because they were enrolled in AP Government.
Saad Liaqat
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That everyone’s life, no matter how unremarkable, has a moment when it will become extraordinary—a single encounter after which everything that really matters will happen.
Nayashyn Nasrulla
Nayashyn Nasrullaje citiralaпре 6 месеци
“Well, Mr. Illiterate Jock, let me enlighten you. There was this philosopher-slash-historian called Foucault, who wrote about how society is like this legendary prison called the panopticon. In the panopticon, you might be under constant observation, except you can never be sure whether someone is watching or not, so you wind up following the rules anyway.”

“But how do you know who’s a watcher and who’s a prisoner?” I asked, pulling into the empty parking lot.
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