Jim Butcher Quotes

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.

To be honest everything goes over my head a bit.

We're all shipwrecked on this idea that everything has to be explained.

There are no simple answers in life. There is a good and bad in everyone and everything. No decision is made without consequence. No road is taken that doesn't lead to another. What's important is that those roads always be kept open, for there's no telling what wonder they might lead to.

I'm sure I shall always feel like a child in the wood.

He's very nice. He's something I replied. She considered this zipping her purse shut. Then she said Well everyone is. Everyone is Something. For some reason that stuck with me simple and yet not every since she'd said it. It was like a puzzle as well two vague words with one clear one between them.

Life is never straightforward or emotionally black and white.

I can never give a 'yes' or a 'no.' I don't believe everything in life can be settled by a monosyllable.

I used to think that when I got older, the world would make so much more sense. But you know what? The older I get, the more confusing it is to me. The more complicated it is. Harder. You’d think we’d be getting better at it. But there’s just more and more chaos. The pieces—they’re everywhere. And nobody knows what to do about it. I find myself grasping, Nick. You know that feeling? That feeling when you just want the right thing to fall into the right place, not only because it’s right, but because it will mean that such a thing is still possible? I want to believe in that.

To know much is often the cause of doubting more.

How the hell do I know why there were Nazis? I don't know how the can-opener works.

Those who cannot tell what they desire or expect, still sigh and struggle with indefinite thoughts and vast wishes.

Life is a puzzle that I feel like we'll never fully put together.

Thank you, Sam," he said in a cracked whisper. "How far is there to go?" I don't know," said Sam, "because I don't know where we're going.

Things are really weird around here, and most of us don't know everything. Half of everything.

I wouldn't like to live in a world where everything's as cut-and-dried as most people think it is

There's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

Relationships are not straight forward. They're not black and white. Sometimes things don't always going in a straight line, and that's okay. Love can be very confusing.

And so when Mrs. Darling went back to the night-nursery to see if her husband was asleep, all the beds were occupied. The children waited for her cry of joy, but it did not come. She saw them, but she did not believe they were there. You see, she saw them in their beds so often in her dreams that she thought this was just the dream hanging around her still.

What should I say about life? That it's long and abhors transparence.

By clarity I don't mean that we're always in kind of a simple area where everything is clear and comforting and understood. Clarity is certainly a way toward disorientation because if you don't start out - if the reader isn't grounded, if the reader is disoriented in the beginning of the poem, then the reader can't be led astray or disoriented later.

The less I understood of this farrago, the less I was in a position to judge of its importance.

What went wrong? Nothing and everything.

In the world we live in, what we know and what we don't know are like Siamese twins, inseparable, existing in a state of confusion.

Sometimes a simple question could have a complicated answer.