#cas

Men at some time are masters of their fates... ↗

— William Shakespeare

#julius-ceaser #men

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. -Picasso ↗

— Caddy Rowland

#inspirational-quotes #picasso #art

The men were smashing windows and aiming their weapons through them. The driver had opened the door and was shouting for the women and children to get out and run and hide. But Ilina realized in some vague way that he never managed to actually say the word "hide." He really said, "Women and children, get out, get out, get out! Run and..." The clerk's wife thought it was odd that he had stopped in the middle of a sentence, and even stranger that she herself knew the word, heard the word "hide" in her head when the driver stopped talking. ↗

— Clark Zlotchew

#cia #dagestan #espionage-thriller #iran #novel

To the daughters of Eve, that they may teach men that love is not lechery, nor the simony of voluptuousness, but a joy that dwells in the highest and holiest regions of the terrestrial paradise, that they may make it the highest prize of virtue, the most glorious conquest of genius, the first force of human progress. ↗

— Lidia Yuknavitch

#daughters-of-eve #dora #lidia #yuknavitch #love

If money’s the god people worship, I’d rather go worship the devil instead. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#commercialism #core #core-of-the-soul #core-values #devil

That’s why when major badasses greet each other in movies, they don’t say anything, they just nod. The nod means, ‘I am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass, ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#movies

Ugarte: You despise me, don't you? Rick: If I gave you any thought I probably would. ↗

— Julius J. Epstein

#cinema #movie-quotes #movies

I'm the one who's always been there for you... not him! ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-bones #movie #simon-lewis #the-mortal-instruments #tmi

The finer natures were those that shone at the larger times. ↗

— Henry James

#greatness #occasion #self #truth #nature

But neither could compare with the gargantuan natural edifice that was the mountain upon which Nachtstürm Castle rose. It was a mountain made of the darkness between two lightning bolts. It was made less of earth than Stygian frost. Whole towns fell away as they ascended, as though the ranks of black and frowning conifers waged war against the humans below. Even the path – rather narrow and rarely straight – seemed less made by centuries of pilgrim feet and more by the trace of some careless demon’s claw. It was, in fact, perfect. ↗

— Emily C.A. Snyder

#jane-austen #nachtsturm-castle #northanger-abbey #nature