||Brrr! It's so cold out today!
||It's so cold out, that I think I'm going to turn into a kid-sicle.
||And mom will be a mom-sicle! haha!
I can’t run anymore, mom. My running energy bar is empty. — Isaac, after running half a block with me when it started to rain during our walk to the corner store.
My kids are the reason for everything. The reason everything is out of place, broken and dirty :P — Unknown (via thecynicalcrayon)
Man must be ready to say: Yes, since Cain there has been injustice, but we can only set the misery right if we accept a status quo. Lands have been robbed, men slain, nations humiliated. Let us now start fresh without remembrance, rather than live forward and backward at the same time. We cannot build the future by avenging the past. Let us sit down as brothers, and accept the Peace of God. — T.H. White (The Once and Future King)
got meme ♔ seven quotes [2/7] :: maester aemon targaryen – a game of thrones
“We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.”
(Source: aryastarkofwinterfell, via aramishbadboystuber)
He had always believed, after all, that happiness was simply a matter of choice. You could either wallow in regret, even drown in it, or you could choose not to. But he had underestimated the power of habit. Because once you’d started wallowing, pretty soon that’s all you were fit for. You grew fins and webbed feet so you could wallow even better. Hell, maybe you even got to enjoy it a little. And then when you thought that was enough and it was time to haul yourself out and go walking on dry land again, you found you couldn’t. You had evolved into some wretched swamp-dwelling creature that had forgotten how to do it. — Nicolas Evants, The Smoke Jumper (p 387)
Evil is the vulgar lover who loves the body rather than the soul, inasmuch as he is not even stable, because he loves a thing which is in itself unstable, and therefore when the bloom of youth which he was desiring is over, he takes wing and flies away, in spite of all his words and promises; whereas the love of the noble disposition is lifelong, for it becomes one with the everlasting. — Plato, Symposium (via approachingstarlight)
Men are born to strive and suffer. Our woes only vanish when we die. — Hizdahr zo Loraq (A Dance With Dragons, Chapter 23)
Kit was, I think… the priest who married my parents was called Kit and I think they kind of just really liked him and his name, so that’s where it came from. I didn’t know my name was Christopher until I was 11 and I was at school and you have to fill out these entrance exams to see what set you’re in and I put down Kit Harington and they went, ‘That’s not your name!’ And [I said], ‘I think I’d know.’ And they went, ‘No, your name’s Christopher.’ And I was like, ‘What?’ So I went home and had a stern talk with my mum. — Kit Harington [on his name] (via with-eyes-averted)
People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they’re not on your road doesn’t mean they’ve gotten lost. — Dalai Lama (via thegirlyouleftbehind)
(Source: SantMat.Tumblr.com, via thegirlyouleftbehind)
No, I don’t think you’re gonna be single forever, and also I don’t understand your obsession with romantic love. There are other ways to have fulfilling relationships that can sustain you and make your life great and fun, other than having a sexualized relationship. It’s not the only kind of fulfilling human interaction. So, even if you are single forever that doesn’t mean that you’ve had some kind of failed life. — John Green (x)
(Source: fairyfellermasterstroke, via siriuslybrooke)
Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water. — Kurt Vonnegut (via writingquotes)
This is my first-and only-tattoo, so far. I have several more in the works, but this one is special to me. I’ve had the idea since high school, but waited years to get it (mostly because I have friends with meaningless tattoos they HAD to get the second they turned 18). I got this about 9 months ago at Outer Limits in Long Beach, California. Laura Bullets was the artist behind my masterpiece, and I can’t remember a single day since walking out of the parlor that I haven’t received a complement from passers-by. Every day it reminds me to ‘Let It Be,’ to take a deep breath, and let life take its course.
Rule number one: Trust no one. — What I Was by Meg Rosoff
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