All quotes from 'One Tree Hill'
As we strain to grasp the things we desire, the things that we think will make our lives better--money, popularity, fame--we ignore what truly matter, the simple things like friendship, family, love--the things we probably already had.
It wasn't supposed to be this way. The artists, and the scientists, and the poets...none of them fit in at seventeen. You're supposed to get past it. Adults, they see kids killing kids and they know its a tragedy because they used to be those kids. The bullies and the beaten and the loners. You're supposed to get past it. You're supposed to live long enough to take it back. Just take it all back.
Losing your way on a journey is unfortunate but losing your reason for the journey is a fade more cruel.
And once you lose yourself you have two choices. Find the person you used to be or lose that person completely.
Because sometimes you have to step outside of the person you’ve been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are.
You're way too young to believe its not gonna be okay.
-Do you think maybe, I mean, just maybe he's had a change of heart?
--That requires a heart.
Okay guy in need of a clue, here's one: women send signals. That was a brush off. Before you dip into your shallow pool of wit, let me paint us a picture and save us both the trouble. Here's your evening: You are going to slink back off to your buddies, laugh this off, get wasted, go home, and make nice with yourself. But don't be thinking of me, because even your fantasy of me isn't interested in you.
Maybe you could find her in the phone book. Look under "w" for whore. But wait, she's not that smart so look under "h".
At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared; some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day; others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good; and some are good struggling with evil. Six billion people. Six billion souls. And sometimes all you need is one.
Quentin Fields was a basketball player. He was also a son. A brother. Somebody’s teammate. Somebody’s friend. I never knew Quentin Fields and I guess now I never will. Did you ever wonder what it would be like if you weren’t you anymore? If you were suddenly gone how would your world react? Whatever you imagined was wrong. There’s nothing romantic about death. Grief is like the ocean: it’s deep and dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night. Quiet. Persistent. Unfair. Diminished by time and faith and love. I didn’t know Quentin Fields but I’m jealous of him because I see how his absence has affected the people that did know him so I know that he did matter to them. And I know he was loved. People say Quentin Fields was a great basketball player. Graceful. Fluid. Inspiring. They say on a good night it almost seemed as though he could fly. And now he can.
As we strain to grasp the things we desire, the things that we think will make our lives better--money, popularity, fame--we ignore what truly matter, the simple things like friendship, family, love--the things we probably already had.
It wasn't supposed to be this way. The artists, and the scientists, and the poets...none of them fit in at seventeen. You're supposed to get past it. Adults, they see kids killing kids and they know its a tragedy because they used to be those kids. The bullies and the beaten and the loners. You're supposed to get past it. You're supposed to live long enough to take it back. Just take it all back.
Losing your way on a journey is unfortunate but losing your reason for the journey is a fade more cruel.
And once you lose yourself you have two choices. Find the person you used to be or lose that person completely.
Because sometimes you have to step outside of the person you’ve been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are.
You're way too young to believe its not gonna be okay.
-Do you think maybe, I mean, just maybe he's had a change of heart?
--That requires a heart.
Okay guy in need of a clue, here's one: women send signals. That was a brush off. Before you dip into your shallow pool of wit, let me paint us a picture and save us both the trouble. Here's your evening: You are going to slink back off to your buddies, laugh this off, get wasted, go home, and make nice with yourself. But don't be thinking of me, because even your fantasy of me isn't interested in you.
Maybe you could find her in the phone book. Look under "w" for whore. But wait, she's not that smart so look under "h".
At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared; some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day; others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good; and some are good struggling with evil. Six billion people. Six billion souls. And sometimes all you need is one.
Quentin Fields was a basketball player. He was also a son. A brother. Somebody’s teammate. Somebody’s friend. I never knew Quentin Fields and I guess now I never will. Did you ever wonder what it would be like if you weren’t you anymore? If you were suddenly gone how would your world react? Whatever you imagined was wrong. There’s nothing romantic about death. Grief is like the ocean: it’s deep and dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night. Quiet. Persistent. Unfair. Diminished by time and faith and love. I didn’t know Quentin Fields but I’m jealous of him because I see how his absence has affected the people that did know him so I know that he did matter to them. And I know he was loved. People say Quentin Fields was a great basketball player. Graceful. Fluid. Inspiring. They say on a good night it almost seemed as though he could fly. And now he can.
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