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Everything's plastic, we're all going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#prozac-nation #nationalism

In my case, I was not frightened in the least bit at the thought that I might live because I was certain, quite certain, that I was already dead. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#nationalism

But you know as well as I, patriotism is a word; and one that generally comes to mean either my country, right or wrong, which is infamous, or my country is always right, which is imbecile. ↗

— Patrick O'Brian

#maturin #nationalism #nationality #patriotism #stephen-maturin

Time, which sees all things, has found you out. ↗

— Sophocles

#greek-literature #mythology #classics

Do not deny the classical approach, simply as a reaction, or you will have created another pattern and trapped yourself there. ↗

— Bruce Lee

#lee #pattern #reaction #classics

As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#literature #classics

Innovation! One cannot be forever innovating. I want to create classics ↗

— Coco Chanel

#fashion #innovation #classics

But I hate to hear you talking so like a fine gentleman, and as if women were all fine ladies, instead of rational creatures. We none of us expect to be in smooth water all our days. ↗

— Jane Austen

#literature #romance #classics

Hermione had taken his hand again and was gripping it tightly. He could not look at her, but returned the pressure, now taking deep, sharp gulps of the night air, trying to steady himself, trying to regain control. He should have brought something to give them, and he had not thought of it, and every plant in the graveyard was leafless and frozen. But Hermione raised her wand, moved it in a circle through the air, and a wreath of Christmas roses blossomed before them. Harry caught it and laid it on his parent's grave. As soon as he stood up he wanted to leave: He did not think he could stand another moment there. He put his arm around Hermione's shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Dumbledore's mother and sister, back toward the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#hermione-granger #death

I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there. ↗

— Henry Rollins

#soul-mate #snow