cliches

Maybe she would have done more good as a playwright than as a doctor, after all _ clichés were like plaque in the arteries of the imagination, they clogged the sense of what was possible. Maybe if enough people had worked to demolish clichés, the world wouldn't have ended.

She looked so disappointed, so grieved and desperate that Clem longed to comfort her, only he couldn't think of thing to say that she hadn't heard a hundred times from Dad and Dr. Snow and Mrs. Mack: how things would get better in time, though no one knew how much time, and that life might be a little better for her and Jess once school began again.

Given the situation I had gotten myself into, I just chose the path that seemed most likely to succeed and did the best I could. But Shota died so suddenly. His death ripped open a deep fissure in my life. It was a cruel and heedless truth that I will never be able to comprehend. No matter what I do, I cannot change it. Is there any meaning in this world where Shota could die such an inexplicable death? That fissure spread through me unexpectedly. A responsible person would probably tell me to smile even though he__ gone. They__ probably say Shota, even though he was only a child, would have wanted me to lead a good life. But I don__ need to hear those words. This world is overflowing with hackneyed expressions like that. They can comfort most people, but they make me suffer. Words that most people nod along to make those who can__ nod along suffer. They alienate them. What about words that can reach someone like me? Do those exist? I am twisted. I can__ look at the world straight. But why am still trying to live on? Even though I think it would be better to curse the world, smile perversely and die.

One of the most common platitudes we heard was that __ords failed._ But words were not failing us at all. It was not true that there was no way to describe our experience. We had plenty of language to talk to each other about the horror of what was happening, and talk we did. If there was a communication problem it was that there were too many words; they were far too heavy and too specific to be inflicted upon others. If something was failing it was the functionality of routine, platitudinous language__he comforting clichés were now inapplicable and perfectly useless. We instinctively protected other people from the knowledge we possessed; we let them think that words failed, because we knew they didn__ want to be familiar with the vocabulary we used daily. We were sure they didn__ want to know what we did; we didn__ want to know it either.

Let's have some new cliches.

Raging crime, class warfare, invasive immigrants, light morals, public misbehavior. Always we convince ourselves that the parade of unwelcome and despised is a new phenomenon, which is why the phrase "the good old days" has passed from cliché to self-parody.

A society where everyone is following his own unique path has a much better chance to find the truth than the society where everyone is following some known cliché paths!

We are accustomed to repeating the cliché, and to believing, that 'our most precious resource is our children.' But we have plenty of children to go around, God knows, and as with Doritos, we can always make more. The true scarcity we face is practicing adults, of people who know how marginal, how fragile, how finite their lives and their stories and their ambitions really are but who find value in this knowledge, even a sense of strange comfort, because they know their condition is universal, is shared.

I wish i could tell you that through the tragedy i mined some undiscovered, life-altering absolute that i could pass on to you.I didn't.The cliches apply-people are what count,life is precious,materialism is over rated, and the little things matter,live in the moment-and i can repeat them to you ad nauseam.you might listen, but you won't internalize.Tragedy hammers it hm.Tragedy etches into your soul.You might not be happier.But you will be better.

To have luck and fail to act on it is tantamount to not having luck at all. In fact, it was worse. Barnes thought back to his self-help manuals. They all proclaimed with compelling force the necessity of recognizing opportunity then seizing it when it stuck.

Cliches are the viruses that infect your writing with diseases.

Monotonous talk of the end of American hegemony, the universal cliché of the period, is mostly a way of avoiding mounting a serious opposition to it.

Fashion fosters cliches of beauty, but I want to tear them apart.

Attempting to get at truth means rejecting stereotypes and cliches.

I know, I know_there__ something cliché about that. The heroine initially wanting to clobber a protagonist male, but later realizing that he__ grown on her and she actually really likes him. Technically, I__ not supposed to find that appealing. But maybe real life is a lot more cliché than anyone wants to admit. Or maybe there__ just a fine, subjective line between the cliché and the poetic.

Cliche is Truth's most loyal friend...

Clichés, stock phrases, adherence to conventional, standardized codes of expression and conduct have the socially recognized function of protecting us against reality, that is, against the claim on our thinking attention that all events and facts make by virtue of their existence.

You're a kid. I didn't know we taught kids manners anymore.