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"You are determined to tell me, and I'm ready to hear you," he replied.
Mathilda
you can let it go
you can throw a party full of everyone you know
and not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love
you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up
I think man ought to have faith or ought to seek a faith, or else his life is empty, empty…. To live and not to understand why cranes fly; why children are born; why there are stars in the sky…. You’ve got to know what you are living for or else it is all nonsense and a waste
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In the same way, you won’t notice Moscow when you live in it. We have no happiness and never do, we only long for it.
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Let Em Go / Matt Hansen
Bazen yağmur gerekir
Güneşe olan hasreti tatmak için
Bazen de acı gerekir
Bunun aşk olmadığını anlamak için
Bazen tutunduğun kişinin
Gitmesine izin vermelisin
Sometimes you need the rain
To know you miss the sun
Sometimes you need the pain
To know it isn't love
Sometimes the one you hold
You gotta let 'em go
"Oh, man. Neil, you clean up good. Can I say that, or is that
against the rules? Just—damn. Aaron, don't let me get too drunk
tonight."
Andrew stopped by Nicky long enough to pull a pack of
cigarettes out of his pocket. He lit one, never mind that the
dormitory rooms came equipped with smoke detectors, and put
his lighter in Nicky's face.
"Don't make me kill you," Andrew said.
Nicky held up his hands in self-defense. "I know."
"Do you?"
"Promise," Nicky said weakly.
jude & cardan
“Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop.”
"I hate that he loves you.”
“He hated it, too,” I say with a laugh that sounds more brittle than I’d like.
Nicasia fixes me with a long look. “No, he didn’t.”
Nicasia and Jude
“Please,” I say to the dirt floor of the brugh, to the earth itself. “I will do
whatever you want. I will give up the crown. I will make any bargain. Just
please fix him. Help me break the curse."
Jude
HIM <3
“It’s you I love,” he says. “I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I
guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all.
Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.”
Cardan
“So, yeah, my people figured that maybe there's something at the back of it all, a creator, a great spirit, and so we say thank you to it, because it's always good to say thank you. But we never built churches. We didn't need to. The land was the church. The land was the religion. The land was older and wiser than the people who walked on it.”
“It's harder to pick and choose when you're dead. It's like a photograph, you know. It doesn't matter as much.”
“None of this can actually be happening. If it makes you more comfortable, you could simply think of it as metaphor. Religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all: God is a dream a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer in the desert, someone who loves you — even, perhaps, against all evidence, a celestial being whose only interest is to make sure your football team, army, business, or marriage thrives, prospers, and triumphs over all opposition.
Religions are places to stand and look and act, vantage points from which to view the world.”
“You," she told him, "are so full of shit, it's a wonder your eyes don't turn brown.”
