Sarah Noffke Quotes

Solutions aren't discovered, they're bloody created.

Even when I don't know the people, I still find their faults. Or invent them.

Everyone treats you extra nice when they think you're about to die.

Depends on one's perspective whether my current state of affairs is considered hilarious. A stranger peering into my life would probably find it quite comical. I think it's tragically humiliating, to say the very least.

Sometimes the best thing about us isn't what we're gifted with, but what we can make others feel just by our very nature of existing.

Second chances don't ever, ever come along. You go and seize them.

And suddenly regret is a capsule in my heart. One that just bursts open.

The fastest way to heal is to bypass the drama and head straight for the solution.

It's good that people get to be human. They get to fuck up and hurt each other. And have broken hearts and then seek to find ways to mend things. People get to evolve. They get to figure out how to change so they don't lose people in their life. Who are we when we aren't allowed to screw up? We are fucking lemurs who live no real lives.

I'm fairly certain God takes notes out of my book. He should. If he knows what's good for him.

He makes me weak and vulnerable and absolutely perfect in all of my flaws. Like a human.

God is always messing everything up with rules. He gives us the fountain of youth, but makes it so we have to kill ourselves to get there. Very freaking clever.

No one's life weighs more than another.

Tears ache in my throat and each time his lips caress mine I'm closer to the dam within me bursting open. He's undoing me, tearing out my demons with burning strokes of his lips and the salty taste of his mouth. In his arms, I'm changing, becoming anew.

For her it had always been easy to apologize. It was simple to admit her mistakes because otherwise they seemed to lie across her lap paralyzing her until she said those two words. Then her blunder flew away to the trees where all wrong deeds lived after being made right.

If my time loving you has taught me anything, it's that love grows with every returned smile, every second of communal silence and every word exchanged. Unconditional love is built and when it's finished nothing destroys it.

When I was born God made an awful error. He allowed me to live.

It's hard to know someone so well and then meet them for the first time in their new life.

Toddlers really are daft with their inexperience and lack of communication skills. They all need to fucking grow up.

It's just like riding a bicycle. If you fall off, it hurts like hell.

Those who see the fire run. The rest die from smoke.

There's no reason anyone should ever feel lonely when there's love everywhere. There's no excuse for talented people to trudge through life. And if we weigh down our children, the very source that makes the stars blaze in the sky, then we may wake to realize we've lost something irretrievable.

We are only ever a thought away from changing a would-be destiny.

Taking a risk to survive isn't that impressive. Taking a risk to be happy, that takes guts.

And although she wasn't a girl of faith, she somehow always knew if one thing prevented her from doing something it was because something better was in store for her. She trusted life.

Love, deep and pure, it opens my heart. It feels like a magical force, one I'd fight to protect, one I'd die to keep.

Fate has a way of finding us even when we hide.

He had felt their connection like one does a diamond and knows it's real and unbreakable.

People will tell you that money doesn't buy happiness. They're bloody right. It buys experiences and power and influence and that's a whole lot better than stupid happiness.

Unfortunately, there will always be a segment of the population who blindly follow, even after overwhelming evidence is presented to them.

You can't force feed wealth.

Three things are forever consistent: the passing of time, the rotation of the Earth, and the ringmaster of Vagabond Circus.

He felt too far away and too close at the same time.

Are you going to right your wrongs? Are you going to save the people you've unknowingly harmed?

The Vagabond Circus was different than all the rest in many ways and the first was it had no clowns. Not a single red, round nose in the whole troupe. Maybe that was the reason that Dave had decided he'd be the silliest ringmaster in all of history. His job was to lead and move the events of the show along but he was less a Master of Ceremony and more a buffer between the jaw dropping acts.

I know who he is and just what he's capable of," I say, seeing his piercing stare in my mind's eye. "But the way others treat me doesn't dictate the way I treat them.

He has exchanged part of his spirit for just the will to live.

I had a long-standing appointment with my pain. We always rendezvoused at the same time. What would it be like if I changed our meeting location?

Building a happy life usually takes constant renovations.

She felt like she'd looked through a window and knew what happiness looked like. It was pure and unadulterated and just on the other side of a distant ridge through a murky window. And still she was closer to happiness than she'd ever been.

His warmth fills the space between my heartbeats. I don't know what it is about him, but he lures me in so effortlessly and tangles my heart in a net.

People fight wars for power. But those who win are motivated by love. Never lose sight of that.

I wouldn't know what normal people do," she said, and curled her head down until it was resting on his chest, his heartbeat music to her ears.

His gaze appeared to try and pull her apart at the seams so he could make her anew.

Right now in this space, I feel a brand new pull to him. I've always been drawn to his features, his brilliance, his laughter, his passion. But right now I'm attracted to his pain. It makes him human. It makes him real. It makes him something he hardly ever is to me: accessible.

There are two types of humans in this world: those who function so they can get something and those who function so they can give something.

There will never be another Ren Lewis. And that's why God gave you such impossible talents. Because you were meant to do things humans shouldn't. That is your talent and your curse.

And her stare is a force I feel could shock my system like a defibrillator, restarting my heart.

Is this what normal people do?" he asked. "Do they wake up every day next to someone they love and receive affection?

Love is really the most beautiful show. It can't rehearsed. It can't be planned. It is the product of magic. It is what Vagabond Circus is all about.

My dark secret is I've always wished I was Gatsby. As heartbroken as he was and as horrible a fate as he endured, I admired that he loved. It's a difficult thing to do.

Sometimes you can't tell people things because you know they won't hear you.

I only ever save you because I can't live without you. My reasons are purely selfish.

You know, sometimes even when two people love each other the universe still conspires against them, forces them apart.

When we aren't obligated to each other then we are more valuable. The couple who celebrates a marriage anniversary are only saying they have chosen appearances over choices. It's about like celebrating your mortgage every year. Hur-fucking-ray, you've fulfilled your contract again. How bloody romantic.

The world is whole because people choose to love each other and treat one another with respect. Organization is a part of the system, a by-product. Organization is something that happens when people value life and their surroundings. To think our existence needs to be centered on a starched appearance and a tidy home is outrageous.

One of the many reasons I love libraries. Everyone is lost and not wanting to be found in a library.

I'm fairly certain the state of California wants its residents to die. Why else make curvy roads with no guardrails on the side of a cliff with zero shoulder? One false move and we're plummeting over the edge and into the rocky Pacific. Yay for bloody vacations and adventures.

The audience was ecstatic, leaving the big top with smiles that wouldn't fade for hours. They had seen what they thought were tricks, not realizing everything about this circus was real.

Being poor is a choice. People make decisions every day that decide whether they are fat or stupid or poor. It is not my responsibility to interfere in the lives people have chosen,

You're the empire I'd protect. You're my reason for serving. I want you above all else. You're my freedom.

This experience is brand new. Not new. It is my first time, and also not. It is familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. I don't know how to explain the feeling of unfeeling. Of experiencing the unexperience of this all. I am lost and yet I'm here. I'm me and yet I don't fully know who that is.

Unconditional love is something people achieve once they've given themselves over completely to someone. Once they've decided that no matter what the other person does, they will always love them.

Most people gawked at her because of her exotic appearance or stared with envy at her beauty. However, he always looked at her in a studious way, as if he was trying to piece her together like she was a marble puzzle. A statue he was constructing from parts of her abstract soul.

I can't tell you how many times you've given my life meaning because the occasions have been too numerous.

He's close enough to touch and too far away to reach.

Vagabond Circus was about change. It moved from place to place, and reconfigured based on available performers. The ringmaster loved that about the circus. "Without change, we are dead," he often said.

And his voice fell away, like it was sucked up by the night, his eyes emptied like the stars had robbed him of his soul.

For centuries explorers, scientists and religious followers have sought a way to make the hooded figure of death fail in his quest. And none have persevered. But they didn't know what I know. They sought fountains of youth and treasures and other sacrificial regimens that would secure their immortality. But it's not about the blood that runs through our veins. It's about the approach. Death can't be thwarted with a miracle cure. It has to be outmaneuvered.

The prisoner remains in chains until they realize there aren't any chains there in the first place…which doesn't happen if they're never given sight

My heart is kerosene, my mind a match. I'm seconds away from igniting.

I know how it fees to plead. I know how it feels to wish someone would give you a chance to help them.

Millions of pages cloaked in dust and inspiration and wisdom.

Sometimes you don't get to be who you are.

Get on with it. Talking to you melts my soul.

He never had anything for all of his life, and regarded being rich as akin to living full time on the moon, but suddenly he felt as though he was the wealthiest man on Earth.

People are crazy to the ones they love.

We're all just a conglomeration of our nervous habits. I see them like road maps in each conversation telling me more about the people than their words.
stripping people of simple things weakens them.

People who make mistakes are in the best position to make better choices.

When a heart breaks a substance spills out like cement and pours through the bloodstream, hardening everything. In time, I know my heart will mend and the rock inside will crack and crumble away. But for now I'm as solid as a column. And alone I stand.

I don't run from these worries though. I invite each one into my heart and mind. At the doorstep of my emotional threshold I greet them like a perfect host. Each worry tracks mud into my home and dirties the furniture. I grit and bear my houseguests. Their time with me will be short-lived.

He was a tornado, changing every second, beautiful and dangerous and unpredictable. But she loved storms. Always had.

Wars are won from a wink, a gesture, an event that transpired a millennium before the battle. Humanity has always been saved by small acts; the ones where someone gained a piece of their own puzzle, not the ones where a hero stood prodigious on a battlefield.

Love isn't governed by logic or understanding. You don't enter into it like an agreement. It crashes down on you. You wake up one morning and realize the reason you can't take your eyes off someone is because you're in love with them.

Who are we when we don't allow flaws in our existence, but people of denial? To delude ourselves into believing we are perfect or that perfection exists at any level is an injustice to who we really are.

Zoos and aquariums with glass walls serve a purpose but they also teach ignorant fuckers that they are better because we aren't the ones being held captive. When was it ever our right because we have opposable thumbs to put God's animals on permanent display in every major city in the world? We might be saving a few, but we wouldn't have to save any if we weren't fucking up the whole planet.

A show at the circus was an organic being. It was created by real ingredients, real people. It sometimes evolved and sometimes regressed. It lived and it died. Each show, each day, was alive for a brief period of time, like a human. And then as the audience exited the big top the beating heart of that show slowed until it was no more.

What I want and what I have to do are incongruent.

She noticed then how nice his teeth were. There had been little opportunity to see them, as the guy hardly ever smiled. His white teeth were flat in all the right places. Sharp in all the other right places.

The world is whole only because some choose organization, otherwise it would fall to pieces.

And then I spy something new in her. A loneliness. It makes her look so fragile, like a porcelain doll dangling over a marble floor. She's always been dangling there too, terrified that one day she'll fall and shatter.

I'm an anchor and he is the sea and I sink into his tenderness as he presses my hand to his heart.