Quotes by Thomm Quackenbush

Whatever problems we encountered, we put there. If we trace the line back, every struggle derived from some decision we made. It is not chance, it is how we teach ourselves.

Now that this destiny was about to happen, every instinct within him fought against it, realizing he had been fetishizing suicide.

The trouble with psychics is that they convince you that you get this future no matter what you do. It is as though you can cheat the universe out of your experiences, that you need only tweak something here or there to live happily ever after. It allows for spiritual sloth in the certainty of providence.

I dont know what my future will bring me and its terrifying. To stand before this vast expanse and know that the future could take away what matters most simply because that is the nature of indifferent chaos in the hands of wanton boys.

We are left at the brink of our future each day and the only real choice we have is not to jump but instead make our path through the briar.

I discuss my beliefs less because I bed my atheist, who cannot believe in much more sacred than our kisses.

They were once fairies and elves. Now they are creatures from beyond the stars because you no longer believe in anything but humans.

Man created god upon his thoughts to externalize, to give form to his belief to give a reason for what they could do. The gods stole away the energies, let man believe he was ruled rather than that he rules.

Jasmine had endured enough parochial schooling before middle school to have a residual attachment to the beautiful parts of believing, the certainty of knowing one is loved by something beyond comprehension, but also a niggling fear of those who believed too much in anything they could not touch. Believers were the sort to wave pictures of dead fetuses at her when she went to her gynecologist for a checkup.

Words could be quite enough for magic to occur, when the night was warm enough and the moon waxing.

If she had some level of theism, we might have a shared theological root from which I could shape holy words.

Reciting from rote seems a terrible way to honor the gods and a precise killing of the power of the words.

He was a fixture of the New Paltz community, an inexplicable light switch in the new apartment that definitely turns something on but you cant quite say what. You flick it whenever you get home and inexplicably feel a sort of relief, promising yourself that youll figure out the wiring one of these days, but not today. Today, you are a bit too busy and this curious switch isn’t hurting anything by being a mystery.

The stars glittered through the atmosphere, and he thought of the distances that light must take to hit his eye at exactly that moment. Without him here, those photons would have been wasted.

Her rebirth stood in her mind with the clarity of a perfect diamond, the light scattering the rainbows through her body.

I have long seen my spirituality as personal, to the degree that I harbor a slight mistrust for anyone who practices similarly. It is as though they are admitting to have on the same cut and color of underwear I do. It may be true, but I dont like to share these details with strangers.

She was not the sort of woman guys settle for. She was the one they lust after and strive for. She was the one who ruins other peoples relationships simply by existing, but she will always be surmounted as guys come to realize the virtues of the approachable girl next door. She was, in brief, too pretty to be trusted or had.

The boys he met at Annandale only understood one kind of woman. They needed to be coddled and cooed over as their own mothers had done their whole lives.

We want our delusions and will violently defend these when confronted. We want to believe that the job that is slowly choking us is good, because the effort it would take to change is too terrifying to contemplate. We never want to hear how badly we are being treated in a relationship because we are strong and how dare you suggest we dont know better.

She had seen this relationship dying before it ever lived, but allowed optimism and lust to blind her.