“Sent away as a disgraced leader and now, ten years later, once again I have shown them how to survive in a world where survival might not seem possible at first. But they are not here to see that.”
—Wall of day - Alastair Bruce pg. 41
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“Or, like me, an exile, a visionary, a leader of men fallen foul of changing sentiment, banished to take his chance on the high seas. More sinned against than sinning.”
—Wall of days - Alastair Bruce pg.36
“When a people is faced with an issue serious enough to threaten their livelihood, they do not bother with nuanced political visions, they do not bother with who is more right, who is morally better. They require onlu a strong leader, a leader with a clear vision and awareness.”
—Wall of days - Alastair Bruce, pg. 117
“Because I showed them how to live they did not mind killing for me, because it was not for me, it was for them. And they were not stupid. Each and every one knew what he was doing. It was I who was stupid. I had not reckoned with the luxury of guilt. Once survival is ensured, guilt set in. Only once survival is ensured can guilt set in.”
—Wall of day - Alastair Bruce pg. 103
“Never trust fairytales. Any story that ends with “They all lived happily ever after” is a crock. There are no happy endings. No endings, full stop. Life goes on.”
—The Demonata: Slawter, Darren Shan (via superwomanindistress)
Jenna Marbles, Sluts on Halloween →
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Jenna Marbles, Sluts on Halloween .
“Everyone wanted me gone but everyone knew the role they themselves had played.”
—Wall of days - Alastair Bruce pg. 29
“As I sit here fishing, the rain falling softly on my waterproof cover, I feel it [the past] may as well not have happened at all. the rain on the plastic is a sound that is comforting. I am warm, I have food, I have found a way to live.”
—Wall of days - Alastair Bruce pg. 18
“It has been raining here for ten years. I keep an accurate record of time and can state this with no fear of contradiction.”
—Wall of days - Alastair Bruce pg. 7
The Comb | The Sheila Variations →
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This is how I talk about acting. This is what I notice. Sure, it’s nice to see him in big scenes, and confrontations, and fiercely attacking Judy Tyler on the sidewalk in Jailhouse Rock. But when I…
“The showdown with Hektor should be Achilles’ finest hour. Instead, Achilles is an animal, treating his opponent as one. He is driven by uncontrolled hatred, unable to reach understanding not only with Hektor but himself.”
—6: Homer: They buried Hektor
CONVERTING VEGETARIANS →
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Shiny-ness from CONVERTING VEGETARIANS.
“It turned out that she did know a little Greek. A few words, that her father had picked up and taught her when he heard the army was coming. Mercy was one. Yes, and please and what do you want? A father, teaching his daughter how to be a slave.”
—The song of Achilles - Madeline Miller p.217
“Our world was one of blood, and the honour it won; only cowards did not fight. For a prince there was no choice. You warred and won, or warred and died.”
—The song of Achilles - Madeline Miller pg. 209
“As Odysseus said, many boys took each other for lovers. But such things were given up as they grew older, unless it was with slaves or hired boys. Our men liked conquest; they did not trust a man who was conquered himself.”
—The song of Achilles - Madeline Miller pg. 166
“And there on the house’s threshold, sudden as lightning-strike, stood Thetis. Her hair shone black against the white marble of the palace. Her dress was dark, the colour of an uneasy ocean, bruising purples mixed with churning greys. Somewhere beside her there were guards, and Peleus too, but I did not look at them. I saw only her, and the curved knife’s blade of her jaw.”
—The song of Achilles - Madeline Miller, pg. 103
“Its king, Peleus, was one of those men whom the gods love: not divine himself, but clever, brace, handsome, and excelling all his peers in piety. As a reward, our divinities offered him a sea-nymph for a wife. It was considered their highest honour. After all, what mortal would not want to bed a goddess and sire a son from her? Divine blood purified our muddy race, bred heroes from dust and clay. … But, like the gods’ gifts, there was an edge to it; the goddess herself was unwilling.”
—The song of Achilles - Madeline Miller
