Sometimes I don't get you,' I said.
She just smiled toward the television and said, 'You never get me. That's the whole point.
When she fucked up, all those years ago, just a little girl terrified into paralysis, she collapsed into the enigma of herself. ..
Damn it," he sighed. "'How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!'
"So what's the labyrinth?" I asked her.
"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?
Looking for alaska on hulu🌼..it was a sobbing show for me and it has a sentimental value to me so much ..📖the book has been my fav for a while I constantly thinking about the story on my mind everyday😇
and when it came to miniseries adaptation is already have a special place in heart 💕
Miles Halter is fascinated by famous last words–and tired of his safe life at home. He leaves for boarding school to seek what the dying poet Francois Rabelais called the “Great Perhaps.” Much awaits Miles at Culver Creek, including Alaska Young. Clever, funny, screwed-up, and mysterious, Alaska will pull Miles into her labyrinth and
catapult him into the Great Perhaps
My fav quote & moment💕
But why Alaska?' I asked her.
'Well, later, I found out what it means. It's from an Aleut word, Alyeska. It means 'that which the sea breaks against,' and I love that. But at the time, I just saw Alaska up there. And it was big, just like I wanted to be.
If people were rain, I'd be a drizzle and she'd be a hurricane“I would always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.”😭💕
I may die young, but at least I'll die smartWhen I look at my room, I see a girl who loves book
Suffering is universal. it’s the one thing Buddhists, Christians, and Muslims are all worried about
It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.
At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it's over and you're relieved.
Have you really read all those books in your room?”
Alaska laughing- “Oh God no. I’ve maybe read a third of ‘em. But I’m going to read them all. I call it my Life’s Library. Every summer since I was little, I’ve gone to garage sales and bought all the books that looked interesting. So I always have something to read.
And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.
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?
The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive.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.
We are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be.When adults say, "Teenagers think they are invincible" with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.
Y'all smoke to enjoy it. I smoke to die.I still think that maybe the "afterlife" is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable. Maybe we are just matter, and matter gets recycled
When you stop wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you stop suffering when they do.
I mean, it’s stupid to miss someone you didn’t even get along with. But I don’t know, it was nice, you know, having someone you could always fight with.
There are always answers. We just have to be smart enoughMoment from miniseries🌼💕
Miles : If people were rain I was drizzle.
And she She was a hurricane, okay? There's not gonna be a day in my life where I don't think about her.
Mom :It feels like that now, but it will get easier.
Miles : I don't want it to get easier! Because then that means that I've stopped remembering her.
And is that what we're rooting for here? that I forget her? That she just becomes some distant memory? Is that you want me to do when you die, for me to forget you? Because the bodies are gonna keep on piling up, and the longer that I live, the more people that I know will die.
And do I even have enough space in my memory for all of them? And what does it even matter anyway? Someday, no one will remember that she even existed, or that I did.
Everything falls apart memories too.
And then you're left with nothing, not even a fucking ghost.
The colonal & dr.hyde moment
So you're not here to cheer me up?
Dr hyde : I am not.
I'm here to be with you.
You're grieving, so let yourself grieve.
You don't have to fight it.
Colonel : Well, maybe I feel like fighting.
Alaska's dead, Miles isn't coming back, and I'm spending Christmas Eve with my teacher.
HYDE: So be with your anger.
Allow yourself to feel what you're feeling.
The only hope of getting to the other side of this is to go through it, and I'm here to go through it with you.
My most fav moment 💕📖
I came here looking for a Great Perhaps, for real friends, and a more than minor life.
She said I might be a writer, so I want the first thing I write to be about her.
Until I got here, my only friends were the last words of the already dead.
Like William McKinley, the third American president to be assassinated.
He lived for several days after he was shot.
But towards the end, his wife started crying and screaming, "I want to go too.
" With his last measure of strength, McKinley turned to his wife and spoke his last words, "We are all going.
" And then Alaska had to go, because I screwed up and the Colonel screwed up and we let her go and she slipped through our fingers.
We will always live with things done and things left undone that day.
If only we could see the endless string of consequences that result from our smallest actions.
But we can't know better until knowing better is useless.
I thought at first that she was just dead, just darkness.
Just a body being eaten by bugs.
I still sometimes think that the afterlife is just something we made up to ease the pain of loss, to make our time in the labyrinth bearable.
But here's what gives me hope.
If you take Alaska's genetic code and you add her life experiences and the relationships she had with people, and then you take the size and shape of her body, you do not get her.
There is something else entirely.
There's a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts.
And that part has to go somewhere, because energy once created is never destroyed.
And if Alaska took her own life, that is the hope I wish I could have given her, to understand that anything in life is survivable, because we are as indestructible as we believe ourselves to be.
So I know she forgives me just as I forgive her.
We cannot be born, and we cannot die.
We can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations.
I know so many last words, but I'll never know hers.
I'll never know her thoughts in those last minutes.
We'll never know if she left us on purpose.
But the not knowing will not keep me from caring
Alaska's last words to me were: "To be continued.
" And she was right.
I must continue I choose the labyrinth, even if there is no way out, even if we're all going, even if everything falls apart
I will always love Alaska Young, my crooked neighbor, with all my crooked heart.
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.
I go to seek a great perhaps 🌼