Survival is insufficient. – Station Eleven
What we long for when we see a map of the earth is not its accuracy. – Station Eleven
The beauty of this world where almost everyone was gone. If hell is other people, what is a world with almost no people in it? – Station Eleven
I was here, and you were here, and together we made something beautiful. – Station Eleven
The more you remember, the more you’ve lost. – Station Eleven
She is of the people, a living archive of memory. – Station Eleven
Sometimes survival can be the most difficult thing of all. – Station Eleven
The world will not always be like this. There will be other worlds beside our own. – Station Eleven
Kirsten thought about how what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, but that wasn’t it, she thought. What doesn’t kill you breaks your bones, leaves scars, lets things grow inside of you. – Station Eleven
In the world I grew up in, we were taught that the human spirit is infinite. – Station Eleven
We were always heading this way, the future is an arrow. – Station Eleven
There are certain permutations of darkness that one is inclined to endorse. – Station Eleven
It’s hard to say goodbye forever. It’s not something that people ever do with grace. – Station Eleven
I stood looking over my damaged home and tried to forget the sweetness of life on Earth. – Station Eleven
She’s alive, more than anyone else I’ve met here. – Station Eleven
The only way to live in a world abandoned by God is to create your own god and love him. – Station Eleven
I wish you could have seen something like this. – Station Eleven
If there are any gods to hear me, I hope they perceive it as a form of supplication. – Station Eleven
We bemoaned the impersonality of the modern world, but that was a lie, it seemed to him; it had surprised him to discover how deeply satisfying impersonality could be. – Station Eleven
The beauty in the moment is the exact reason why the thing had to end. – Station Eleven
All the time I spend chasing down stories, as if the whole world is a story, everything is a story and nothing is. – Station Eleven
What I mean to say is, the more you remember, the more you’ve lost. – Station Eleven
It’s like the corporate world’s full of ghosts, okay? And when people leave a job, they burn the ghost version of themselves in the company fireplace, but some people just don’t know how to go up in flames. And they stay around and keep bothering you. – Station Eleven
I was always convinced that the world would end before I got old. – Station Eleven
We sat in the lobby together, waiting to die. – Station Eleven
Survival is insufficient, but not much else is. – Station Eleven
It’s like everyone’s purpose is to help everyone else find a purpose. – Station Eleven
There is such a thing as being too giving. – Station Eleven
The beauty of his memories makes him weep. – Station Eleven
The memories that dwell beneath your skin. – Station Eleven
His memories were a habit. That’s what it was. – Station Eleven
When we die, we turn into stories. – Station Eleven
There’s no room for them in the sanitized utopia they would create. – Station Eleven
Resurrection, he thought. No wonder the religious adore the story. – Station Eleven
We long only to go home. – Station Eleven
Humanity was 20 years in the past. – Station Eleven
A world ended and a new one began as its people were nowhere near done. – Station Eleven
It’s not just survival. – Station Eleven
What survives beyond the apocalypse is not what you would expect. – Station Eleven
They thought pressing a thumb would be enough. They were wrong. – Station Eleven
History would remember her as the Traveling Symphony’s T-shirt girl, the electric violinist from St. Deborah by the Water, the passenger from the farewells, the city under the waves. – Station Eleven
What was it about the end of the world that demanded so many writing classes? – Station Eleven
I had to make a debt to art for saving my life. – Station Eleven
The beauty that could only come from people struggling to survive. – Station Eleven
Miranda’s brother had not been a religious man, but he used the language of faith to describe his dream. – Station Eleven
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