#came

As much success came to him, my father stayed true to his promise. He built the hospital to help the most helpless children with catastrophic illnesses. ↗

— Marlo Thomas

#came #catastrophic #children #father #help

I do have a regard for the musicality of language that came from BBC sitcoms like 'Fawlty Towers.' ↗

— Russell Brand

#came #i #i do #language #like

I just think the word interview, although it is the view between two people exchanged, became a sort of cliche. You ask questions and the other one answers. ↗

— Maximilian Schell

#answers #ask #became #between #cliche

My grandparents told endless stories about the town they were from. It became an almost mythic place. ↗

— Vincent Schiavelli

#almost #became #endless #grandparents #mythic

1 You said ‘The world is going back to Paganism’. Oh bright Vision! I saw our dynasty in the bar of the House Spill from their tumblers a libation to the Erinyes, And Leavis with Lord Russell wreathed in flowers, heralded with flutes, Leading white bulls to the cathedral of the solemn Muses To pay where due the glory of their latest theorem. Hestia’s fire in every flat, rekindled, burned before The Lardergods. Unmarried daughters with obedient hands Tended it. By the hearth the white-armd venerable mother Domum servabat, lanam faciebat. At the hour Of sacrifice their brothers came, silent, corrected, grave Before their elders; on their downy cheeks easily the blush Arose (it is the mark of freemen’s children) as they trooped, Gleaming with oil, demurely home from the palaestra or the dance. Walk carefully, do not wake the envy of the happy gods, Shun Hubris. The middle of the road, the middle sort of men, Are best. Aidos surpasses gold. Reverence for the aged Is wholesome as seasonable rain, and for a man to die Defending the city in battle is a harmonious thing. Thus with magistral hand the Puritan Sophrosune Cooled and schooled and tempered our uneasy motions; Heathendom came again, the circumspection and the holy fears … You said it. Did you mean it? Oh inordinate liar, stop. 2 Or did you mean another kind of heathenry? Think, then, that under heaven-roof the little disc of the earth, Fortified Midgard, lies encircled by the ravening Worm. Over its icy bastions faces of giant and troll Look in, ready to invade it. The Wolf, admittedly, is bound; But the bond wil1 break, the Beast run free. The weary gods, Scarred with old wounds the one-eyed Odin, Tyr who has lost a hand, Will limp to their stations for the Last defence. Make it your hope To be counted worthy on that day to stand beside them; For the end of man is to partake of their defeat and die His second, final death in good company. The stupid, strong Unteachable monsters are certain to be victorious at last, And every man of decent blood is on the losing side. Take as your model the tall women with yellow hair in plaits Who walked back into burning houses to die with men, Or him who as the death spear entered into his vitals Made critical comments on its workmanship and aim. Are these the Pagans you spoke of? Know your betters and crouch, dogs; You that have Vichy water in your veins and worship the event Your goddess History (whom your fathers called the strumpet Fortune). ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#age

To expect and dread a thing for a lifetime; does not prepare you for the thing itself. ↗

— Mary Stewart

#dark-ages #king-author #merlin #wizards #age

I became an adult in an extreme way. I was recently sorting some old photographs and I found another. ↗

— Robert Smith

#another #became #extreme #found #i

Art is an act of the soul, not the intellect. When we are dealing with people's dreams - their visions, really - we are in the realm of the sacred. We are involved with forces and energies larger than our own. We are engaged in a sacred transaction of which we know only a little: the shadow, not the shape. ↗

— Julia Cameron

#julia-cameron #art

You did that on purpose." "Did what on purpose?" "Wore the don't-touch suit and the sex goddess perfume at the same time just to drive me crazy." "Listen to the suit, Quinn. Dream about the perfume. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#cameron-quinn #dreams

Sounds like you've got it all planned out." "Honey, I've got more plans than Wes has ugly shoes." "And that's a lot." I laugh. "It sure is," she says with a sigh. ↗

— Laurie Faria Stolarz

#humor #kimmie #humor