Background Image
There was no real sense of life because she had nothing to contrast it with.
-Chuck Palahniuk
Please Wait....
Translating....

There Was No Real Sense Of Life

Chuck Palahniuk
There was no real sense of life because she had nothing to contrast it with.
Views: 4
Cite this Page
Prevent plagiarism by providing proper attribution.
APA FORMAT
Embed this Quote
Copy this HTML code to embed the quote on your website or blog.
HTML CODE
Topic
Real Fight Club Book Fight Club Novel

More From Chuck Palahniuk

She smiled. she knew she was dying. but it did not matter any longer. she had known something which no human words could ever tell and she knew it now. she had been awaiting it and she felt it, as if it had been, as if she had lived it. life had been, if only because she had known it could be, and she felt it now as a hymn without sound, deep under the little whole that dripped red drops into the snow, deeper than that from which the red drops came. a moment or an eternity- did it matter? life, undefeated, existed and could exist. she smiled, her last smile, to so much that had been possible.
Life Hymns Snow
She comes to me when she wants to be fed. and after i feed her -- guess what -- she's off to wherever she wants to be in the house, until the next time she gets hungry. she's smart enough to know she can't feed herself. she's actually a very smart cat. she gets loved. she gets adoration. she gets petted. she gets fed. and she doesn't have to do anything for it, which is why i say this cat's taught me more about women, than anything my whole life.
Smart Stupid Cat
She's a yellow pair of running shoes, a holey pair of jeans. she looks great in cheap sunglasses, she looks great in anything. she's, "i want a piece of chocolate cake; take me to a movie." she's a, "i can't find a thing to wear." now and then she's moody. she's a saturn with a sunroof with her brown hair blowing. she's a warm conversation i wouldn't miss for nothing. she's a fighter when she's mad and she's a lover when she's lovin'.
Running Hair Jeans
She was made up of more, too. she was the books she read in the library. she was the flower in the brown bowl. part of her life was made from the tree growing rankly in the yard. she was the bitter quarrels she had with her brother whom she loved dearly. she was katie's secret, despairing weeping. she was the shame of her father stumbling home drunk. she was all of these things and of something more...it was what god or whatever is his equivalent puts into each soul that is given life - the one different thing such as that which makes no two fingerprints on the face of the earth alike.
Brother Father Flower
Franny has the measles, for one thing. incidentally, did you hear her last week? she went on at beautiful length about how she used to fly all around the apartment when she was four and no one was home. the new announcer is worse than grant - if possible, even worse than sullivan in the old days. he said she surely dreamt that she was able to fly. the baby stood her ground like an angel. she said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had dust on her fingers from touching the light bulbs.
Beautiful Baby Home
She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. she was beautiful, for the way she thought. she was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. she was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. no, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. she was beautiful, deep down to her soul. she is beautiful.
Beauty Beautiful Girl
Similar Quotes
One evening i sat beauty on my knees – and i found her bitter – and i reviled her.
Funny Beauty Humor
Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, shot forth peculiar graces.
Beauty Grace Peculiar
Passing beauties are only the fugitive reflections of the eternal. all beauty alters and all life melts away; in short, everything passes with marvelous rapidity; beautiful helen of troy has become a toothless skull, then a handful of dust, then nothing.
Beauty Beautiful Reflection
I never got a pass mark in math... just imagine - mathematicians now use my prints to illustrate their books. funny me consorting with all these learned folks, as though i were their long lost brother. i guess they are unaware of the fact that i am ignorant about the whole thing.
Beauty Art Brother

Trending Author

Sade Adu
Sade Adu
Esther Dyson
Esther Dyson
Rhonda Byrne
Rhonda Byrne
Helmut Kohl
Helmut Kohl
Daniel Barenboim
Daniel Barenboim
Louis Sachar
Louis Sachar
Category
Information
Inspirational
Philosophy
Personal Growth
Happiness & Joy
Life Lessons
Success & Business
Motivation