#ago

Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. A day of wolves, of shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day. This day we fight! For all you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West! ↗

— j r r tolkein

#film #inspirational #lord-of-the-rings #lotr #movie

Don't do that!" she exclaimed, shivering at the realization that it had been his fingers touching her. He gave her his lazy, slightly twisted smile and brushed a few pieces of unruly black hair out of his face. "Are you asking me or ordering me?” "Shut up." She glanced around, both to avoid his eyes and make sure no one saw them together. "What's the matter? Worried about what your slaves'll think if they see you talking to me?” "They're my friends," she retorted. "Oh.Right. Of course they are. I mean, from what I saw, Camille would probably do anything for you, right? Friends till the end." He crossed his arms over his chest, and in spite of her anger, she couldn't help but notice how the silvery gray of his shirt set off his black hair and blue eyes. (Lissa&Christian) ↗

— Richelle Mead

#lissa-dragomir #anger

In Chicago, you can't swing a cat without hitting an Irish pub (and angering the cat), but McAnally's place stands out from the crowd. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#cat #chicago #anger

I am opposed to Naperville. It's all cute, trendy and expensive, and filled with cookie-cutter Borg houses that assimilate you into upper-middle-class America. ↗

— Robyn Bachar

#chicagoland #house #naperville #suburbs #architecture

How should we be able to forget those myths that are at the beginning of all peoples, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#myth #beauty

What are you thinking?” he asked in a disarmingly gentle tone. “That the city looks different depending on whom I’m seeing it with.” He nodded easily, as if this same thought had occurred to him. “I notice different things,” I continued. “Like with you, I pay more attention to the details of the buildings – the textures, the colors, the people standing in front of them. The reflections are different.” “Reflections?” he asked quietly. “They are.” I watched our bodies morph and distort in the window of an empty bank. “You’re there,” I said. “That’s how they’re different. ↗

— Jessica Hawkins

#chicago #city #romance #the-cityscape-series #architecture

We got a little waylaid along the way. The whole problem started about 10 years ago with management and legal battles, then still trying to make albums while I was doing all of that. ↗

— Pat Travers

#ago #albums #along #battles #doing

Send anyone claiming that their RPG activity is an art form my way, and I'll gladly stick a pin in their head and deflate it just to have the satisfaction of the popping sound that makes. One might play a game artfully, but that makes neither the game nor its play art. ↗

— Gary Gygax

#art

I actually started singing those songs six or seven years ago, when I was an opening act for Frank Sinatra. ↗

— Pia Zadora

#actually #ago #frank #frank sinatra #i

The real courage is in living and suffering for what you believe. ↗

— Christopher Paolini

#eragon #life #courage