The Green Mile

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.

Sometimes there is absolutely no difference at all between salvation and damnation.

It's strange how pain marks our faces, and makes us look like family.

I'm rightly tired of the pain I hear and feel, boss. I'm tired of bein on the road, lonely as a robin in the rain. Not never havin no buddy to go on with or tell me where we's comin from or goin to or why. I'm tired of people bein ugly to each other. It feels like pieces of glass in my head. I'm tired of all the times I've wanted to help and couldn't. I'm tired of bein in the dark. Mostly it's the pain. There's too much. If I could end it, I would. But I can't.

Sometimes the embers are better than the campfire.

On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?

He killed them with their love

Weird love's better than no love at all.

I believe that the combination of pencil and memory creates a kind of practical magic, and magic is dangerous.

But people love a hypocrite, you know——they recognize one of their own, and it always feels so good when someone gets caught with his pants down and his dick up and it isn't you.

A man with a good wife is the luckiest of God's creatures...

Like some dogs: kick them once and they never trust you again, no matter how nice you are to them.

A dimwit thinks nothing is funny unless it's mean.

I think that's what people most always do with the stuff they can't make out - just forget it.

Working with him was sort of like trying to defuse a bomb with somebody standing behind you and every now and then clashing a pair of cymbals together. In a word, upsetting.

Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.

Sometimes, the embers are better then the campfire. It's strange, but it's true.

Love among the ruins... I'll tell you something, my friend: Weird love's better than no love at all.

... when we say, 'I don't understand,' God replies, 'I don't care.' ”.

About halfway through I broke down crying, which I hadn't expected. I was a little ashamed, but only a little;it was her, you see, and she never taxed me with the times that I slipped from the way I thought a man should be...the way I thought I should be, at any rate. A man with a good wife is the luckiest of God's creatures, and one without must be among the most miserable, I think, the only true blessing of their lives that they don't know how poorly off they are.

There was a beautiful feeling of calm in my groin, a sense of peace so remarkable it was almost ecstasy——anyone who' suffered bad pain and then recovered will know what I'm talking about.

A man with a good wife is the luckiest of God's creatures, and one without must be among the most miserable, I think, the only true blessing of their lives that they don't know how poorly off they are.

It was sweet and lovely, that smile, perhaps the more so because it wasn’t complicated by much in the way of thought.

Rightly tired of the pain İ hear and feel, boss... where we's comin from or goin to or why... If İ could end it, İ would. But İ can't.

I'm tired, boss. Tired of being on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. I'm tired of never having me a buddy to be with to tell me where we's going to, coming from, or why. Mostly, I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world...every day. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head...all the time. Can you understand? ...

The world turns, that's all. You can hold on and turn with it, or stand up to protest and be spun right off.

Atonement was powerful; it was the lock on the door you closed against the past.

What our parents tell us when we are small seldom goes ignored, no matter how foolish it may be