#dl

Since we humans have the better brain, isn't it our responsibility to protect our fellow creatures from, oddly enough, ourselves? ↗

— Joy Adamson

#brain #creatures #enough #fellow #fellow creatures

New Rule #1 – Don't date women who paint. Arty-farty doesn't just equal freaky in the sack, it also equals nasty genius revenge. I don't like genius when it's happening to me. ↗

— Naomi Kramer

#dating

Yemen produces coffee, Egypt cotton, Iraq dates, Palestine oranges, and Syria trouble. ↗

— John Gunther

#middle-east #syria #dating

Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#riddle #death

Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?” “Hmm . . . What do you think, Harry?” said Luna, looking thoughtful. “What? Isn’t there just a password?” “Oh no, you’ve got to answer a question,” said Luna. “What if you get it wrong?” “Well, you have to wait for somebody who gets it right,” said Luna. “That way you learn, you see?” “Yeah . . . Trouble is, we can’t really afford to wait for anyone else, Luna.” “No, I see what you mean,” said Luna seriously. “Well then, I think the answer is that a circle has no beginning.” “Well reasoned,” said the voice, and the door swung open. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#flame #luna-lovegood #phoenix #ravenclaw #riddles

Stronger than iron crueler than death sweeter than springtime it lives beyond breath ↗

— Juliet Marillier

#love #riddle #death

I moved to assist, but never got the chance. there was some pretty violent banging for a minute, and then a tearing sound. Finally the stall door flew open, and Ray's shirtless body emerged and started bitch-slapping everything in sight. His aim was off, probably due to the difficulty of having his eyes on the other side of the room, but he made up for it with sheer determination. ↗

— Karen Chance

#headless-body #ray #death

The only reason people die, is because EVERYONE does it. You all just go along with it. It's RUBBISH, death. It's STUPID. I don't want nothing to do with it. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#hob-gadling #sandman #death

Fireheart dashed to the warrior's side. Cloudtail was standing stiff-legged, every hair in his pelt on end as if he were facing an enemy. His eyes were fixed on the limp heap of tabby fur huddled at his paws. "Why, Fireheart?" Cloudtail wailed. "Why her?" Fireheart knew, but rage and grief made it hard to speak. "Because Tigerstar wants the pack to get a taste of cat blood," he rasped. The dead cat lying in front of them was Brindleface. ↗

— Erin Hunter

#death #dogs #sad #warriors #death

Četrdeset mi je godina, ružno doba: čovjek je još mlad da bi imao želja a već star da ih ostvaruje. Tada se u svakome gase nemiri, da bi postao jak navikom i stečenom sigurnošću u nemoći što dolazi. A ja tek činim što je trebalo učiniti davno, u bujnom cvjetanju tijela, kad su svi bezbrojni putevi dobri, a sve zablude korisne koliko i istine. Šteta što nemam deset godina više pa bi me starost čuvala od pobuna, ili deset godina manje pa bi mi bilo svejedno. Jer trideset godina je mladost, to sad mislim, kad sam se nepovratno udaljio od nje, mladost koja se ničega ne boji, pa ni sebe. ↗

— Meša Selimović

#middle-age-crisis #age