You think we’re intellectual equals? It only took me seconds to get you off your guard! And this body you designed is self-congratulatory garbage. See, I know a thing or two about building a body out of bio-mass, and you don’t leave your heart exposed.
Princess Bubblegum, Adventure Time
You’re being a coward. You are so afraid of ruffling powerful feathers that you’re doing what you always do: Burying an ugly truth and hoping that someone will pin a medal on you. Peggy Carter, Agent Carter
[after winning a game of beach volleyball/“Kuai Ball”] Yes! We defeated you for all time! You will never rise from the ashes of your shame and humiliation! [pause] Well, that was fun.
Azula, Avatar: The Last Airbender
Soon I’ll have people who do my sleeping for me! Louise Belcher, Bob’s Burgers
I am not a committee! Princess Leia, Star Wars
You’re good. But I’m Crowley. Crowley, Supernatural
Tell me now, if you dare, that I do not deserve to be King of Wessex.
Sometimes looking for extreme possibilities makes you blind to the probable explanation right in front of you. Dana Scully, The X-Files
And its captain is to sail it as COMMANDED! I thought you would have learned that, after I ordered you to kill your pet. This is no longer your world, Jones. The immaterial has become… immaterial.
Lord Cutler Beckett, Pirates of the Caribbean
Children should walk before they run. Evelyn Poole, Penny Dreadful
Oh right. The conscience thing. Regina Mills, Once Upon a Time
I’d like to spend my vacation… (strikes dramatic pose) …AT THE LIBRARY! Sokka, Avatar: The Last Airbender
She did. She died for who she was and who she loved. She fell where she stood. It was sad. And it was beautiful. And it is over. We have no right to change who she was. Me, Doctor Who
His screaming is interrupting my beauty sleep. And do you know what happens when a queen loses her beauty sleep?
She could get a wrinkle. And if she gets a wrinkle, she’ll make sure you get a wrinkle… on your neck!… I’m sorry, I’m not being very clear, I’m really tired. What I’m trying to say is if you don’t fix it, I’ll cut your throat. Okay? Nighty-night.
So many men, they risk so little. They spend their whole lives avoiding danger, and then they die. I’d risk everything to get what I want. (Sansa: What do you want?) Everything. Peytr Baelish, Game of Thrones
Good character is more to be praised than outstanding talent. Most talents are, to some extent, a gift. Good character, by contrast, is not given to us. We have to build it piece by piece-by thought, choice, courage and determination.
John Luther, Luther
You have a little danger in your eye. I want to know what you plan do with it.
Fish Mooney, Gotham
You’ve got a plan? Okay, first of all, you’re copying me from when I said I had a plan.
Rocket Raccoon, Guardians of the Galaxy
Prayers are for the weak – I’ll stick to beating your ass in court. Annalise Keating, How to Get Away with Murder
When the President stands, nobody sits. President Josiah Bartlet, The West Wing
At the end of the day, I have to accept that I can control everything…except the things I can’t control. Timothy Drake, DC: New 52
Lemon, what tragedy happened in your life that you insist upon punishing yourself with all this…mediocrity? Jack Donaghy, 30 Rock
I really don’t like feelings. Robin Scherbatsky, How I Met Your Mother
I’m not a relaxed person Britta. I think ahead. I prepare. I don’t improvise my life like Caroline Decker, who probably has really bad credit and an unfinished mermaid tattoo.
Annie Edison, Community
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sometimes i compare myself to famous writers and what they were doing at my age like keats for example by the time he was my age he was fucking dead suck it keats you wrote some great fucking poems but you couldn’t stay alive past the age of twenty five that’s fucking weak
I had no idea Keats was a huge nerd. That mock orchestra is PRECIOUS.
I. KNOW. He was. He totally was. (That mock orchestra scene is shown in Jane Campion’s 2009 film Bright Star—albeit minus the laughter that ensued. If you haven’t watched that film, please do. It’s gorgeous.)
Keats was funny. People tend to forget that in light of the whole “sickly, ethereal poet who was too good for this earth” mythos that surrounds him. But he had a fabulous sense of humor, which is especially evident when you read his letters.
A few funny anecdotes:
When he was growing up, he was a bit of a scrapper. His teachers thought he’d be great someday, but rather “in some military capacity,” not as a man of letters. He read voraciously at school and had a window seat where he’d spend hours devouring books. He spent so much time there that his classmates started to call it “Little Keats’ seat” (he was very short). Keats was always sensitive about his height, and I remember reading one anecdote that described how he beat up another boy who kept referring to him as “Little Keats.”
He also apparently beat up some guy who was kicking a cat around in an alleyway. Keats loved cats. He actually wrote a parodic Ode to Mrs. Reynolds’ Cat (She was the mother of one of his good friends). The Ode’s about a cat doing cat things, but he wrote it in such flowery, high-falutin’ language that I can’t help but think he got a good laugh out of it.
He wrote this in a letter to Fanny Brawne: “The fault is in the Quill. I have mended it and still it is very much inclin’d to make blind e’s. However these last lines are in a much better style of penmanship though a little disfigured by the smear of black currant jelly, which has made a little mark on one of the Pages of Brown’s Ben Jonson, the very best book he has. I have lick’d it but it remains very purple. I did not know whether to say purple or blue, so in the mixture of the thought wrote purplue which may be an excellent name for a colour made up of those two, and would suit well to start next spring.”
And another: ”My dear Fanny, I am ashamed of writing you such stuff, nor would I if it were not for being tired after my day’s walking, and ready to tumble into bed so fatigued that when I am asleep you might sew my nose to my great toe and trundle me round the town like a Hoop without waking me.”
And another: ”Now why did you not send the key of your Cupboard, which I know was full of Papers? We would have lock’d them all in a trunk together with whose you told me to destroy, which indeed I did not do for fear of demolishing Receipts, there not being a more unpleasant thing in the world (saving a thousand and one others) than to pay a Bill twice.”
And then this from an 1820 letter to his sister-in-law about his brother George’s new daughter: “We smoke George about his little girl. He runs the common-beaten road of every father, as I dare say you do of every mother: there is no child like his child, so original — original forsooth! However, I take you at your words. I have a lively faith that yours is the very gem of all children. Ain’t I its uncle?”