Quotes of the day
THERE'S SAND STUCK UNDERNEATH MY NAILS AND I CANT SEEM TO GET IT OUT IS THERE ANY WAY YOU COULD HELP ME EVEN THOUGH YOU DONT KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO HAVE SAND UNDERNEATH YOUR NAILS? -anon a03 fic
Life is a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury... signifying nothing. -Macbeth
I am a much bigger bang than you bargained for. I am a lot more explosive than I look, and honey... I know how I look. Put a quantum chain reaction through me and I will shatter this silly little battlefield of yours into dust. All of it. In a heartbeat. Into dust.
- 15th doctor, doctor who
There’s this emperor, and he asks the shepherd’s boy how many seconds in eternity. And the shepherd’s boy says, ‘There’s this mountain of pure diamond. It takes an hour to climb it and an hour to go around it, and every hundred years a little bird comes and sharpens its beak on the diamond mountain. And when the entire mountain is chiseled away, the first second of eternity will have passed.’ You may think that’s a hell of a long time. Personally, I think that’s a hell of a bird. - 12th doctor, doctor who
One murder made a villain:
Millions, a hero. Princes were privileged
To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.
Ah! why will kings forget that they are men? - Beilby Porteus, Ambition
Saints will turn to sinners, and sinners to apologists once the cash has dried.
Hush now and forever disturb the peaces of your life,
Sew together, sow through any weather, and reap on a harvest moon so red that both your hooves are clean again -Vylet pony, Hush!
there is so much slug inside these shells, here, at the end of December, at the edge of a world I couldn’t blame if you did not remember. Miracles sell well, but Lord, it can be numbing to a people who cannot tell between a second nature and a second thought, a second chance, or a second coming.
-Mike Chasar, Conches on Christmas
As a kid, I felt like I was seeping away. Like my body was being churned by some cosmic hand. (...) For a while, Lady Grey was there, keeping me warm beneath her cloack, touching my skin and telling me: "Hush".
-Emily Caroll, A Guest in the House