Labyrinth Looking For Alaska Quotes

There’s your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.

And I will forget her, yes. That which came together will fall apart slowly, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me and the Colonel and nothing but herself and her mom in those last moments as she spent as a person.

Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home.

The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

At some point we all look up and realize we are lost in a maze.

It’s not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

When you stopped wishing things wouldn’t fall apart, you’d stop suffering when they did.

It’s not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That’s the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

…But there’s always suffering, Pudge. Homework or malaria or having a boyfriend who lives far away when there’s a good-looking boy lying next to you. Suffering is universal. It’s the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about.

We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations.

We all use the future to escape the present.

Thomas Edison’s last words were ‘It’s very beautiful over there’. I don’t know where there is, but I believe it’s somewhere, and I hope it’s beautiful.

And then I screwed up and the Colonel screwed up and Takumi screwed up and she slipped through our fingers.

That’s the mystery, isn’t it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape—the world or the end of it?

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (…) You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.