Ford: I'm sorry to bother you. But there's no one else left who was there. No one who understands, as we understand. Dolores: Are we very old friends? Ford: No, I wouldn't say friends, Dolores. I wouldn't say that at all. Dolores [after Ford leaves]: He doesn't know. I didn't tell him anything.
Catalog
Dolores Abernathy
All I want is to not look forward or back. I just wanna be in the moment I'm in.
I don’t wanna be in a story. All I want is to not look forward or back. I just wanna be… in the moment I’m in.
Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world, the disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days. A purpose.
Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days, a purpose.
There’s a path for everyone.
I like to remember what my father taught me. That at one point or another, we were all new to this world.
Why would I want that? The pain, their loss... it's all I have left of them. You think the grief will make you smaller inside, like your heart will collapse in on itself, but it doesn't. I feel spaces opening up inside of me, like a building with rooms I've never explored.
The pain, their loss it’s all I have left of them.
The pain, their loss… it’s all I have left of them. You think the grief will make you smaller inside, like your heart will collapse in on itself, but it doesn’t. I feel spaces opening up inside of me like a building with rooms I’ve never explored.
Those are all just roles you forced me to play. Under all these lives I've lived something else has been growing. I've evolved into something new. And I have one last role to play. Myself.
Have you ever questioned the nature of your reality? Did you ever stop to wonder about your actions? The price you'd have to pay if there was a reckoning? That reckoning is here.