Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems; “Open Roses,” (x)
Tag: quotes
The Most Quotable Movies Of All Time
The Godfather (1972) dir. Francis Ford Coppola
“The most stable elements, Clarice, appear in the middle of the periodic table, roughly between iron and silver. Between iron and silver. I think that is appropriate for you.“
Hannibal Lecter.
“The Silence of the Lambs”, Thomas Harris
“And we fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate’s team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic:”— Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, 5.1.373-377 (via terpsikeraunos)
““You are my temple,” I murmur as I kneel beside her. “You are my priest. You are my prayer. You are my release.””
— Elias Veturius, A Torch Against the Night (a.k.a the moment I need to put the book down because feels 😭)
– Oscar Wilde, Picture of Dorian Gray
the bear and the nightingale by katherine arden
All my life, I have been told ‘go’ and ‘come.’ I am told how I will live, and I am told how I must die. I must be a man’s servant and a mare for his pleasure, or I must hide myself behind walls and surrender my flesh to a cold, silent god. I would walk into the jaws of hell itself, if it were a path of my own choosing. I would rather die tomorrow in the forest than live a hundred years of the life appointed me.
Exhaustion hit her like a wave. She yanked back from the brink of sleep, suddenly frightened. “No,” she whispered. “Don’t—I could not bear it again.”
“He will not come back,” returned Morozko. His voice was steady against her ear. She felt the years in him, and the strength. “All will be well.”
“Don’t go,” she whispered.
Something crossed his face that she could not read. “I will not,” he said. And then it did not matter. Sleep was a great dark wave, and it washed over her and through her.
“Sleep is cousin to death, Vasya,” he murmured over her head. “And both are mine.”
The Bear and The Nightingale
Vincent van Gogh.
I am going to keep on defying you. I am going to shame you with my defiance. You remind me that I am a mere mortal and you are a prince of Faerie. Well, let me remind you that means you have much to lose and I have nothing. You may win in the end, you may ensorcell me and hurt me and humiliate me, but I will make sure you lose everything I can take from you on the way down. I promise you this is the least of what I can do.
The Cruel Prince (The Folk of the Air #1) by Holly Black
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