just rereading quotes

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The world was simpler in those days, Jaime thought, and men as well as swords were made of finer steel. Or was it only that he had been fifteen? They were all in their graves now, the Sword of the Morning and the Smiling Knight, the White Bull and Prince Lewyn, Ser Oswell Whent with his black humor, earnest Jon Darry, Simon Toyne and his Kingswood Brotherhood, bluff old Sumner Crakehall. And me, that boy I was…when did he die, I wonder? When I donned the white cloak? When I opened Aerys’s throat? - ASOS, Jaime VIII

an incomplete list of lines in aftg that will always fuck me up

“Did you know I’ve never been skiing?”

“I told her what would happen if she raised her hand again. She had no right to look so surprised.”

“His father. Your coach.”

“Who said ‘please’ that made you hate the word so much?” “I did.” / “I was seven,” Andrew said. “I believed him.”

“If it means losing you, then no.”

“Go on, tell me again how I’m too unbalanced to understand normal brotherly affection and love. Tell me this is natural.”

“Good,” Neil said quietly. “So now you understand why Andrew killed your mother.”

“Do you honestly think that if I wanted to kill someone, whether it was myself or someone else, that I would fail so spectacularly at it so many times?”

“Neil,” Wymack said, “between you and me, I don’t think you’ve ever been fine.”

“I’m tired of being nothing.”

“Would it kill you to let something in?” “It almost did last time.”

“Neil? Are you all right?” Neil smiled. It felt like it tore his face open. “No. No, I’m not.”

“Thank you,” he finally said. He couldn’t say he meant thanks for all of it: the keys, the trust, the honesty, and the kisses. Hopefully Andrew would figure it out eventually. “You were amazing.”

“Everything I needed, you already gave me. You let me stay.”

“You are a Fox,” Andrew said, like it was that simple, and maybe it was.

“Wait, he chose Neil over you? That sounds a little serious for a fling, don’t you–” Nicky glanced at Neil’s blank face and faltered. “News to you too, huh?”

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t blow you.”

“I won’t be like them. I won’t let you let me be.”

“Stay,” Andrew said, and leaned down to kiss him.

This was everything he wanted, everything he needed, and Neil was never letting go.

"You should talk to him, though. Make him stew over it, of course..."

When Mor casually tries to make the mating bond official without Feyre knowing like “im trapping you bitch. You’re stuck with our family now.” My heart…


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» lila bard, a gathering of shadows by v.e. schwab

#schwabweek: day four ≡ favorite quote

“I like my chin!”


“I’m sorry,” Potter said hopelessly.


“I wasn’t saying it to make you sorry, I told you it was all right, I did attempt an Unforgivable on you, I was saying it because I feel somewhat hysterical! I’m ruined! Ruined!”


“You’re not,” Potter said, still sounding upset for some reason. Draco didn’t see what he had to be upset about.


“I am, too,” he told him. “It’s not like your scars. When people ask you how you got yours, you can say ‘battling evil.’ I’ll have to say ‘in a men’s bathroom.’ Won’t have the same cachet. Besides, scars, they need a certain skin tone, I don’t tan, I go a peculiar mauve shade in the sun, it just won’t work-”


Potter made an odd sound, which turned somehow into laughter. Draco stopped and realised that Potter was clearly more than somewhat hysterical.


He laughed for a few terrible minutes, then gave a sort of groan and buried his face in his hands. “You’re so weird,” he said.


“I beg your pardon,” Draco returned, much affronted.


“You’re so weird,” Potter repeated. “I don’t, I don’t understand you at all. I don’t even know why I like you so much but God, God, I do.”

—  If You’ve a Ready Mind by Maya

“You’ll not know how it is, to live among strangers for so long.”

“Won’t I?” I said, with some sharpness. He glanced up at me, startled, then smiled faintly, looking down at the coverlet.

“Aye, maybe ye will,” he said. “Ye change, no? Much as ye want to keep the memories of home, and who ye are––you’re changed. Not one of the strangers; ye could never be that, even if ye wanted to. But different from who ye were, too.”

I thought of myself, standing silent beside Frank, a bit of flotsam in the eddies of university parties, pushing a pram through the chilly parks of Boston, playing bridge and talking with other wives and mothers, speaking the foreign language of middle-class domesticity. Strangers indeed. 

“Yes,” I said. “I know.”

–– Voyager

Original:

Aziraphale: *held out his hand*

Crowley: *takes it* 

Russian translation:

Aziraphale: *held out his hand*

Crowley: *shakes it*

Russian translators:

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“Over, under, or through,” Edilio said. “There’s got to be a way.”

“Kind of like when your folks came over the border from Mexico, huh?” Quinn said. 

Sam and Astrid both aimed shocked looks at Quinn. 

Edilio stood even straighter and, despite being six inches shorter than Quinn, seemed to be looking down at him. In a calm, quiet voice Edilio said, “Honduras is where my folks come from. They had to come all the way through Mexico before they even reached the border. My mom works as a maid. My father is a farmhand. We live in a trailer and drive an old beatee. I still have a little accent because I learned Spanish before I learned English. Anything else you need to know, man?”

Happy birthday Edilio (24.08.1994)!

  • James: So when the moon's only partly full, you only feel a little wolfy?
  • Remus: You could say that.
  • Sirius: Well, you can go ahead and hang your head out of the car window if you feel like it.
  • Remus: I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever.
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There’s some part of him, of who he is, still trapped inside … somewhere inside that thing they turned him into, is whatever’s left of Bucky Barnes’ humanity […] He was my partner, damn it … He was my friend …

Arya Stark & Jon Snow

I just reread this adorable quote from Arya and I had to post it. I think this was definitely one of the times where you could tell how much she adored Jon and it’s all around adorable.

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“Desmond ushered the man inside. He was stooped and ugly, with an unkempt beard and unwashed clothes, yet Father greeted him pleasantly and asked his name.

“Yoren, as it please m’lord. My pardons for the hour.” He bowed to Arya. “And this must be your son. He has your look.”

“I’m a girl,” Arya said, exasperated. If the old man was down from the Wall, he must have come by way of Winterfell. “Do you know my brothers?” she asked excitedly. “Robb and Bran are at Winterfell, and Jon’s on the Wall. Jon Snow, he’s in the Night’s Watch too, you must know him, he has a direwolf, a white one with red eyes. Is Jon a ranger yet? I’m Arya Stark.” The old man in his smelly black clothes was looking at her oddly, but Arya could not seem to stop talking. “When you ride back to the Wall, would you bring Jon a letter if I wrote one?” She wished Jon were here right now. He’d believe her about the dungeons and the fat man with the forked beard and the wizard in the steel cap.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones


*faints*

I can’t even process this, Arya being such a cutie and not being able to stop rambeling about Jon is just so adorable.

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