Nobody is equal to anybody. Even the same man is not equal to himself on different days.
I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of ‘thinking’ and ‘enjoying’ what they call ‘living’, I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.
“Like running the hurdles. Work so hard, jump over every one, fast, high enough but no higher, because you can’t afford to hang in the air. And then, when the race is over, you’re dripping with sweat, either they beat you or you beat them … and then a couple of guys come out and move the hurdles out of the way. Turns out they were nothing. All that work to jump over them, but now they’re gone.”
― Orson Scott Card, Enchantment
I’ve lived too long with pain. I won’t know who I am without it.
The story is the one that you and I will construct together in your memory. If the story means anything to you at all, then when you remember it afterward, think of it, not as something I created, but rather as something that we made together.
From the Introduction of “Ender’s Game” by Orson Scott Card(via donnaandwords)
A person who really believes she doesn’t belong to any community at all invariably kills herself, either by killing her body or by giving up her identity and going mad.
She worked her toes into the sand, feeling the tiny delicious pain of the friction of tiny chips of silicon against the tender flesh between her toes. That’s life. It hurts, it’s dirty, and it feels very, very good.
Human beings are free except when humanity needs them. Maybe humanity needs you. To do something. Maybe humanity needs me - to find out what you’re good for.
He has a life now that will be no part of mine, and that means that when I see him we will not know each other.
… because in the real world power is always built on the threat of death and dishonor.
From “Ender’s Game” by Orson Scott Card(via donnaandwords)