Jonathan Livingston Seagull Quotes Novels & Stories

Lucien's breath broke into something close to a sob. "Now," Jonathan said, softer still, "live for yourself. Not for my memory. Not for the guilt of having lived when I didn't. For yourself, and for whoever you choose to build a life with next." His eyes flicked, briefly, toward Elara. Lucien turned to find her standing there, and something in his face shifted, recognition, gratitude, love, all tangled together in a single unguarded expression she'd never seen from him before. He turned back to Jonathan.

No matter how difficult it may be to do for me today. It may be challenging. But it's pretty easy to excel in life. I will apologise to myself. I shouldn't begin my life on a negative note. I need to be brave to see life differently. I need to excel. Yes, I need to grow in life. I have grown stronger than who I have been those dead years. Not dead years. Years passed by. I don't very much appreciate the word death or dead in usage. I end my day's note with a new quote: "Maybe there is a super microbe which, if present in large numbers in my body, can make me live forever." I may be right in that. I will explore it today.

“I understand this isn’t where you expected to be, but we may as well make the most of it. It isn’t everyday one finds himself on the maiden voyage of the greatest vessel ever to sail the seven seas.” Charlie laughed, picking up on the sarcasm in Jonathan’s tone. “God Himself could not sink this ship,” he replied, quoting the often repeated phrase. “Aye, but The New Yorker might,” Jonathan stated, gesturing at the wayward steamship floating aimlessly away from the docks. “Come on, let’s go over here where we can get a better look,” he insisted, placing his hand on Charlie’s shoulder and guiding him across the deck.

Like it’s mocking my entire life. “You seen a crazy asshole run past here?” I ask it. A short, nasal, high-pitched MEE-EH! Not helpful. Gull doesn’t speak Twin. And I don’t speak Gull. I glance down at two sea lions asleep on the dock like they’ve never known a single shred of trauma. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to live their stress-free, fish-smelling lives. Since Jackson broke his phone, I try Axel’s. Voicemail. Naturally.

When I was done, I slammed my locker causing some ladies to jump in shock and turned to leave the room. “If you leave this place, you can't come back.” Jonathan said on my way out. I paused, the implication of what I was about to do finally getting to me. The tips. Father's health. My father's words filtered into my mind, clearing the dark cloud of hopelessness. “Suffering don't kill a man. It makes him stronger.” I tightened my hold on the strap of my bag and walked out of the changing room with steady and sure steps but a doubtful mind.

But before I did, I added “If Clinton finds out…” I didn’t finish the sentence. I didn’t have to. Jonathan didn’t look scared. That worried me more than anything. Because men like Clinton inspired fear. And men like Jonathan inspired recklessness. I paused at the edge of the kitchen, watching him. “You don’t look concerned,” I said quietly. He picked up the glass again. Took another slow sip. As if we were discussing stock prices. “I don’t respond well to threats,” he replied. “That wasn’t a threat.”

New! New! New! What are your thoughts? -- Chapter 13. So your type isn't funny, smart and gorgeous? ~~ It was a legendary person who said the words, “When there's a way to escape and you still don't take it, ask yourself why you want to stay.” That person was me, Myra Collins. And I had said these words to Zivah a week back when she had claimed that she no longer had feelings for Sebastian but she didn’t know how to walk away.

“I will refrain from beating the shit out of you right now, but be prepared. I will make your life a living hell. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but when you least expect it. You will live in fear, waiting for it. It will come when you least expect it. Have a nice life, Jonathan.” I stood up straight and glanced at his now ghostly white face. “Officers,” I spoke. “The garbage needs to be taken out.”

My eyes tear away from Gemma’s, and I look at the pictures on the walls once more. “Showing up for yourself is the biggest step. Be proud of every achievement.” My head glances at the next quote. “It’s okay not to be okay. But when we’re not okay, we shouldn’t put pressure on ourselves. We should treat ourselves with kindness. We should take it one day at a time. We’re all human. We all feel the same emotions.” Gemma’s presence pauses at my side. “I like that quote,” she says quietly. “Although we could argue we’re wolves, not humans.”

Jake, on the other hand, slapped the table boisterously and exclaimed, “There are two rarest kinds of gems among humans: a woman who’s willing to endure hardships with her man, and a man who remains loyal to his woman despite all the wealth and power he owns.” It was intended as a humorous remark, yet it ended up silencing the entire room. Stunned to see everyone’s eyes on him, Jake laughed embarrassedly and excused himself, “Whoa, don’t look at me! I wasn’t the one who said this. I pulled this quote out from the internet.” Edward smiled faintly. “Have you finished your meal?”