Cinematic Quotes

“He knew a narrow deer path that switchbacked through breaks in the rocks and down the ridge. We soon came to flat ground where a few trees populated the foot of the ridge. Sycamores and white oaks, poplars and lindens quickly multiplied around us. Within only a marq or so the trees drew closer and closer together, their roots entangling and branches mingling. The path was fraught with roots that knotted up in strangled bundles until there was no path at all. We were forced to dismount and lead the horses.”
― Christopher C. Fuchs, The Depths of Redemption

“He closed his eyes. Mazana or Avallon, Avallon or Mazana. The choice seemed no clearer now than it had ever been. The future offered two paths, but what did you do when you wanted to walk both, you wanted to walk neither?
The answer seemed obvious suddenly. You made your own path, of course. A new path entirely.
He opened his eyes again. In the room behind, Kolloken was whistling.
You mean you ain’t done worse in your time?
Senar pictured Uriel sitting next to Mazana in Olaire, learning to use water-magic. The Guardian hadn’t known the boy well. In truth, he’d never tried to get to know him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t feel the sting of his death. Maybe in Kolloken’s place he would have done the same; he didn’t know. What he did know, though, was that he wouldn’t have been whistling about it afterward. He wouldn’t have blamed Mazana for what happened like he was the one who’d been wronged.
A coldness settled on him, and he pushed himself away from the wall.
Then he turned and went back into Kolloken’s room, closing the door behind.”
― Marc Turner, Red Tide

“I know this road, this home. They seemed to have moved the stars, and now I cannot find my fate anymore in the sky. Maybe it was never there.”
― Tanmay Kulkarni, Shoes for Men & Beasts

“Technical achievement does not necessarily equate with artistic accomplishment.”
― Christian Thomas, The Art of Adaptation in Film and Video Games

“In sickness… and in health… till death do we part…” Her eyes redden, brimming with tears. “You promised me, Jake. Twice. Long before this world fell apart. You swore you’d take care of me. Has that changed?”
― Jon Waugh, The Dearly Departing: The Dreams They Planted

“Their eyes still thirsty for his presence until, in that strange way sorrow moves, he was gone from 'em, vanished as the sun slips behind evening's edge”
― Anik Chaudhary, As Ayodhyā caroled an’ Dirged: A Literary Retelling of the Valmiki Rāmāyaṇa: Philosophy and History