“I’m not Resistance. I’m not a hero. I’m a stormtrooper. Like all of them, I was taken from a family I’ll never know. And raised to do one thing. But my first battle, I made a choice. I wasn’t gonna kill for them. So I ran. Right into you. And you looked at me like no one ever had. I was ashamed of what I was. But I’m done with the First Order. I’m never going back.“
The fate of the universe lies on your shoulders. Now whatever you do, don’t push this button ‘cause that will set off the bomb immediately and we will all be dead! Now repeat back what I just said. I am Groot. No! That is the button that will kill everyone! Try again! I am Groot! Uh-huh. I am Groot! Uh-huh! I am Groot! NO!
“My friend, you had horses, and deed of arms, and the free fields; but she, being born in the body of a maid, had a spirit and courage at least the match of yours.” | “Yet between the brothers there was great love, and had been since childhood, when Boromir was the helper and protector of Faramir. No jealousy or rivalry had arisen between them since, for their father’s favour or for the praise of men.”
The fear of not living is a deep, abiding dread of watching your own potential decompose into irredeemable disappointment when ‘should be’ gets crushed by what is. Sometimes I think it would be easier to die than to face that, because 'what could have been’ is much more highly regarded than 'what should have been.’ Dead kids are put on pedestals, but mentally ill kids get hidden under the rug