K. Martin Beckner Quotes

People create all kind of fancy watches and clocks, never stopping to realize they're building monuments to the greatest of all thieves.
K. Martin Beckner
I wanted to go in and tell them that, but George thought it would just be stirring up some trouble, you know, stirring up the cow pile. A cow pile may looked dried up, but if you stir it up, it can start to stink again.
K. Martin Beckner
I hope you learn how to slow down and not let your life pass you by while you're watching the idiot box. Life's short, and one day you'll wake up and look in the mirror and realize you look like King Tut.
K. Martin Beckner
I could just hear my mom now, "You know those old candy cigarettes are bad for you. Next thing you know, you'll be drinking alcohol, and they'll find you dead in a ditch somewhere. I'll never be able to show my face in this town again.
K. Martin Beckner
That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard of. I think I would have more fun chopping thistles with a butter knife.
K. Martin Beckner
Stephanie took another puff from her candy cigarette, reached into her purse, brought out the rest of the pack, and said, "Want one of these damned cigarettes?
K. Martin Beckner
You'll never avoid every mistake. All you can do is try to do your best and live with the consequences.
K. Martin Beckner
Anyway," continued Mr. Miller, "when I was a kid, people used to sit under the stars at night and look up into the sky and talk about things. They got to know each other. People Today is too busy staring at the television, what I call the idiot box, to talk about anything. That's why there are so many divorces these days. People don't talk
K. Martin Beckner
It's a wonder Hell don't open up and swallow her as the highlight of the service.
K. Martin Beckner
As a very young person, I was ready and willing to explore and try new things, unhampered by the daily routines that adults so often feel obligated to adhere to.
K. Martin Beckner
Miss Green can call a turd a rose if she wants, but that don't mean people's going to be lining up to smell it.
K. Martin Beckner
I want you to learn that if you don't keep picking at old wounds, over time they will eventually heal. Oh sure, sometimes they will leave a nasty, jagged scar, but at least it won't hurt like it did anymore, and if you don't look at it, sometimes you can almost forget it's there.
K. Martin Beckner
But forever was a useless term, relevant only for the dead.
K. Martin Beckner
Why do we as humans always tend to remember the worse things about people? We may know someone for many years, know them as vibrant and healthy, yet when they fall ill and pass away, we can only picture them at their sickest, as though they were born and lived their whole lives wearing a death mask.
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You can lock a lion up in a room, if you want to, but you'll still hear it growling and clawing to get out.
K. Martin Beckner
Life’s journey does not take place down an easy roadway, as some might imagine. It takes place inside a giant house with a million doorways. Every day of our lives we are faced with decisions to make, doorways to walk through. It can be confusing at times, like walking through a carnival maze. Some decisions we make are big, some small, but they all have consequences..
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I've left behind so many unfinished quilts in my life, beautiful pieces of dreams and intentions never fully assembled.
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That scream left her mouth and entered my head, where it's been ever since, sometimes waking me up at night.
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The world to him no longer seemed a math equation but rather a complex piece of art, a masterpiece of things not easily understood.
K. Martin Beckner
The world to him no longer seemed a math equation but rather a complex piece of art, a masterpiece of things not easily understood.
K. Martin Beckner
She chose the attractive room, not noticing the cloven hoof exposed beneath the ornate curtains. That decision has surely haunted her every day since, finally catching up to her.
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Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy Ethan had once tried to capture with his tiny fingers.
K. Martin Beckner