#airs

When I am in the darkness, I want to think of it in the light, with you," he said, and straightened, and turned to walk toward the door. The parchment robes of the Silent Brothers moved around him as he moved, and Tessa watched him, paralyzed, every pulse of her heart beating out the words she could not say: Good-bye. Good-bye. Good-bye. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#farewell #jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #tessa-gray

Alas for the affairs of men! When they are fortunate you might compare them to a shadow; and if they are unfortunate, a wet sponge with one dash wipes the picture away. ↗

— Aeschylus

#alas #away #compare #dash #fortunate

Affairs are easier of entrance than of exit; and it is but common prudence to see our way out before we venture in. ↗

— Aesop

#before #common #easier #entrance #exit

You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man's bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man's stairs. ↗

— Dante Alighieri

#bread #down #find #hard #how

I was on the stairs coming down when she let him in. ↗

— Lizzie Andrew Borden

#down #him #i #she #stairs

Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

#champagne #end #great #great love #love

I have to make myself write, sometimes. In the space between poems, you somehow forget how to do it, where to begin. It was good to be task - based for a while. I just came downstairs each day, picked the one I was going to do that day, and wrote. ↗

— Simon Armitage

#begin #between #came #day #downstairs

The first stage I preformed on were the stairs to the hallway in the living room. There was a really nice platform, and when people were sitting in the living room, it was kind of an elevated platform and we would put on shows and skits. ↗

— Sean Astin

#first #hallway #i #kind #living

Tape is wonderful at preserving evidence - fingerprints, hairs, fibers. Tape preserves this, especially on the sticky side, even if the body's been out there for a year. ↗

— Michael Baden

#body #especially #even #evidence #fibers

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

#demonstrations #equal #eternal #hairs #heart