dailygoodomens:
Shakespeare’s Antony and Cleopatra, Act II. Scene II: Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale/ Her infinite variety
shebsart:
‘’ She stood on the end of the dock, pale and goosefleshed and shivering in the fog. In her hand, Needle seemed to whisper to her. Stick them with the pointy end, it said, and, don’t tell Sansa! Mikken’s mark was on the blade.
It’s just a sword. If she needed a sword, there were a hundred under the temple. Needle was too small to be a proper sword, it was hardly more than a toy. She’d been a stupid little girl when Jon had it made for her. “It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time …
… but it wasn’t.
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.
He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.’‘
"Over the course of his life Garak had met many people who had ended up wanting to kill him, and regretfully most of these had extremely good reason."
—Deep Space Nine novel “Enigma Tales” — Una McCormack
quietnowherebesideyou:
“[…] racing scooters up and down the dusty mountains
Carlos the mallorcan sex god, paralysed for hours, trapped in this oddly world, sloping trailer, plastikfrogs, green mirrors, dumbstruck by the horror in your face i lean you back and stroke your forehead and kiss you and not even an old ‘you still got it eddie’ can rouse your spirit.”
— Peter Doherty (Network 54 Forum, July 2002)
He looked to Gabrielle, who stood near the fire, and then to me. And silently, he said, Love me. You have destroyed everything! But if you love me, it can all be restored in a new form. Love me. This silent entreaty had an eloquence, however, that I can’t put into words. “What can I do to make you love me? ” he whispered. “What can I give? The knowledge of all I have witnessed, the secrets of our powers, the mystery of what I am?”
Armand and Lestat, The Vampire Lestat (1985) - Anne Rice
“Fool,” he said again. His voice was roughened now by emotion he couldn’t suppress. “I have always loved you,” he said. “I have loved you more than any being in all the world whom I’ve ever loved. I have loved you more than Louis. I have loved you more even than Marius. And you have never given me your love. I would be your most faithful counselor, if you allowed it. But you don’t. Your eyes pass over me as if I don’t exist. And so they always have.”
Armand and Lestat, Blood Communion: A Tale of Prince Lestat (2018) - Anne Rice
albion-sails-on-course:
“Carl: I actually used to sleep with a knife [in reference to the following lyrics: “You’re the only lover I’ve had / Who slept with a knife”]
Peter: Yeah, what’s strange is that he actually used to sleep with a knife.”
— YES SO VERY STRANGE. Still my favourite quote. Les In Rocks, September 2015 (via missoneminute)
emanon92:
“Ah, [my story with Carl] it is has not [ended]…but it will never end. Everyone has someone in their life whom they love, but in some way or another, the relationship was abandoned by one of them, or by both of them. You become strangers and you realize that the person you love most in the world, you do not know them anymore. It is very difficult….Well, it’s not hard to love someone who you do not know, but it is a little absurd, and there are too many absurd things in my life. In my eyes, I set aside something important in The Libertines, left them stuck in limbo, as a great mystery, the mystery of what would happen….We were supposed to be a huge group, that was our goal, our path, that was part of our plan: to break through, to reach as many hearts and souls as possible…We talked late into the night [in Barcelona], and embraced, and reunited in an infinite Arcadian reverie…an Arcadian celebration. Yes, it seems to have existed forever, perfectly. It will exist as long as there is laughter and tears…The meaning may change…but I think, freedom, the luxury of being at liberty, it is slightly different each time, and that is the way it has always been, for everyone. To be united in an emotion is very precarious, it’s not like being united behind a flag, or a particular victory, it is very delicate…”
— Peter Doherty, Rock & Folk Magazine, 2014 (x)
quietnowherebesideyou:
“Whatever personal clarity they’ve attained has done nothing to dilute their music’s heroic wastedness. They still nail the accidentally poignant sound of grasping for heaven while falling from a window.”
— Rolling Stones review of Anthems for Doomed Youth
(via leguin)
In my personal experience, I would say I’ve experienced more hurtful betrayals by friends than I have lovers, and friendships I’ve had in my life have been every bit as intense as relationships I’ve had that have been sexual, so there’s an aspect of that where nothing quite hurts as badly as a friend betraying you. In an infidelity, that type of betrayal between lovers, you understand the human nature and that the heart wants what it wants, and the draw of sexuality and the temptation of that, so you get how human nature is the betrayer in that situation. When it comes to a friend and it’s not about genitals, it’s about the souls, it cuts much deeper. — Bryan Fuller (x)
