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«“I asked you because you know what it is,” she said haltingly, “to be — fractured.”
Of such banality was grief made.»

The dead Warden stopped. He looked at your face as though his eyes could peel through dermis, fascia, and bone. And he said, quietly: “How God takes — and takes — and takes.”

"Do you like poetry, Harrowhark?”
“I have never been a fan,” you said fervently.
“Poetry is one of the most beautiful shadows a civilisation can cast across time,”

"O corse of the Locked Tomb, she prayed silently to herself, the cold death to anyone who looks at me in pity; the heat death to anyone who looks at me in amusement; the quick death to anyone who looks at me in fear."

“Jean Valjean fu dichiarato colpevole; i termini del codice erano assoluti. Si danno nella nostra civiltà ore tremende, quelle in cui la penalità pronunzia un naufragio. Che funebre istante quello in cui la società si allontana e compie l’irreparabile abbandono di un essere pensante. Jean Valjean fu condannato a cinque anni di galera.”

“A quelli che non sanno, insegnate quanto più potete; la società è colpevole di non dare l’istruzione gratuita; essa è responsabile delle tenebre che produce. Quest’anima è piena d’ombra, perché vi si commette il peccato: colpevole non è chi vi genera il peccato, bensì chi vi genera l’ombra”

“When she was surrounded by the crowds watching the reenactments, it was easier to wipe her hands, to shrug in the admission that this is how it is and how it'll always be, but alone she couldn't ignore it. Alone she had to face the reality of what she saw and her own participation in it, because watching was participating, wasn't it? Any movement might disrupt the veil, the one that kept her invisible, watching”

“Was I expected to find solace in these people? I felt alone, perfectly alone. So alone I felt divine. Divine like a lonely god unfathomable to anybody but herself. Perhaps I could believe in Santiago's God, a God who existed but had chosen not to look over me.”

“Ce n'était pas le simple besoin de se documenter: c'était retourner aux sources. Ses lointains ancêtres avaient assisté à la dislocation de leur univers. S'étaient-ils laissés mourir pour autant?
Non, ils s'étaient inventé une autre vie.”

“Everything I have learned has come by way of great personal struggle. What others were handed, I had to hunt. I believe that because of this, my education—limited though it is—has extra worth and merit. I respect your decisions, but I ask you to reconsider. Which would you rather have? A ward who is able to repeat correct answers (…) or a ward who had to struggle and fight for everything she has learned?”

hey look ma i made it

sometimes you have to reread (pirate because i’m OF COURSE not giving sjm a cent) a book that even teenage you hated to reach your peak of hating

“‘In the Elven Lands, fraedia crystal is the most valuable commodity.’ Yeeran said.
Nerad didn’t look surprised, ‘How can something from nature be a commodity? Do you tax your rivers for running? Do you pay the trees for their leaves in autumn or charge the sky for its rain?’”

“Mortals are not impossible. Mortals are easy.” He rested his head on the chair and regarded me aslant. “And yet you prefer our company to theirs.”
“If something is impossible, you cannot be terrible at it.” My hand tightened briefly on my pen.
He smiled again. “You are not so terrible, Em. You merely need friends who are dragons like you.”

“He will not live to see it. He must die after only three years, and widow me. Only I, who met the poet in the woods of Albunea, can keep looking through the bronze of my husband's shield to see all the wars he will not fight. The poet made him live, live greatly, so he must die. I, whom the poet gave so little life to, I can go on. I can live to see the cloud above the sea at the end of the world.”

“EDMUND: This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune–often the surfeits of our own behaviour–we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars, as if we were villains on necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence;”

in which pacat tries to woo us with her knowledge of semi-correct italian sentences

“Here, in the relative privacy of the corner, he realized for the first time that she would be dead in a few days. Well, of course, he’d always known that. But he had thought about her more as his contender. His filly in a race, his dog in a fight. The more he had treated her as something special, the more she’d become human.”

“I bambini, sì. Ma che cosa troveranno, loro. Su questo disco che chiamiamo terra non esistono più, mio caro fratello, altro che vincitori e vittime. E che cosa troverò io, ora che vorrei sapere, quando verrò sospinta oltre il suo bordo.”

i know recent fantasy is all derivative but i think that creating a hunger games throne of glass the selection serpent & dove my hero academia hybrid is going … a bit overboard

she’s tried learning she’s tried meditation she’s tried everything at this point she should try and exorcism

wanted to quote something from this book but all the snippets from mary maclane’s writings included in here are outshining the actual work (i mean, how can you beat “I have lived my nineteen years buried in an environment at utter variance with my natural instincts, where my inner life is never touched, and my sympathies rarely, if ever, appealed to. I never disclose my real desires or the texture of my soul.

“although they can seem so different—the gracious welcomes and the hostile otherings—the effect is the same when they land in the body. Both translate to the same thing. Both are saying, “Don’t forget your place.” Both are saying, “You are lucky to be here.”

“Se di me non sopravvivesse altro che l'odio. Se l'odio germogliasse dalla mia fossa, un albero d'odio, esso sussurrerebbe: Achille la bestia. Se lo abbattessero, crescerebbe di nuovo. Se lo soffocassero, ogni filo d'erba farebbe suo quel messaggio: Achille la bestia, Achille la bestia. E ogni cantore che osasse cantare la gloria di Achille, morirebbe immediatamente tra i tormenti.”

“It is dangerous, that power. It is most perilous. It must follow knowledge, and serve need. To light a candle is to cast a shadow…”

fulfilling the trash quota di quest’anno già nella prima settimana

“Ah, my love. An apocalypse is a relative thing, isn’t it? When the earth shatters, it is a disaster to the life that depends on it—but nothing much to Father Earth. When a man dies, it should be devastating to a girl who once called him Father, but this becomes as nothing when she has been called monster so many times that she finally embraces the label.“

“Stabilivo confusamente un legame tra la mia classe sociale d’origine e quello che mi stava succedendo. Prima a fare studi superiori in una famiglia di operai e piccoli commercianti, ero scampata alla fabbrica e al bancone. Ma né il diploma né tutti gli esami dati a lettere erano riusciti a ostacolare la fatale trasmissione di una miseria—

bisogno di un sedativo per cavalli