#be

In the case of Elektra I really wasn't sure I could pull it off. There were so many intellectual leaps. My character, Stick, is blind, but he can see better than most people. So I had trouble kind of finding the logic. ↗

— Terence Stamp

#blind #case #character #could #elektra

Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#flirting #sex #woman

Nothing is real. ↗

— John Lennon

#reality #truth #real

Money is the great tool through whose means labor and skill become universally co-operative. ↗

— Leland Stanford

#co-operative #great #labor #means #money

Just because they disagree, doesn't mean you ain't right. ↗

— Toba Beta

#man-for-himself #stupidity

One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman. ↗

— Simone de Beauvoir

#born #rather #woman

Our prejudices are our mistresses; reason is at best our wife, very often heard indeed, but seldom minded. ↗

— Philip Stanhope

#heard #indeed #minded #mistresses #often

Salahkah bila kita menghargai pikiran yang merdeka-yang tidak dikejar kejar, yang tak diusut dan diancam, sebuah pikiran yang tak ditakut-takuti oleh cap "berdosa" atas nama Tuhan ataupun kewaspadaan. ↗

— Goenawan Mohamad

#kebebasan #ideology

I am an anarch – not because I despise authority, but because I need it. Likewise, I am not a nonbeliever, but a man who demands something worth believing in. ↗

— Ernst Jünger

#authority #beliefs #ernst-jünger #anarchism

You’re here!” Isabelle danced up to them in delight, carrying a glass of fuchsia liquid, which she thrust at Clary. “Have some of this!” Clary squinted at it. “Is it going to turn me into a rodent?” “Where is the trust? I think it’s strawberry juice,” Isabelle said. “Anyways, it’s yummy. Jace?” She offered him the glass. “I am a man,” he told her, “and men do not consume pink beverages. Get thee gone, woman, and bring me something brown.” “Brown?” Isabelle made a face. “Brown is a manly color,” said Jace, and yanked on a stray lock of Isabelle’s hair with his free hand. “In fact, look – Alec is wearing it.” Alec looked mournfully down at his sweater. “It was black,” he said. “But then it faded.” “You could dress it up with a sequined headband,” Magnus suggested, offering his boyfriend something blue and sparkly. “Just a thought.” “Resist the urge, Alec.” Simon was sitting on the edge of a low wall with Maia beside him, though she appeared to be deep in conversation with Aline. “You’ll look like Olivia Newton-John in Xanadu.” “There are worse things,” Magnus observed. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#isabelle-lightwood #jace-wayland #magnus-bane #simon-lewis #men