#don

I've often thought a blind man could find his way through London simply by gauging the changes in innuendo: mild through Trafalgar Square, less veiled towards the river. ↗

— Louis Bayard

#prostitution #victorian-era #change

Good Samaritans: Truth, justice and the American way–for them it wasn't only a comic book code; it was a way of life. it was admirable, courageous, and inconvenient as shit. -Stefan, CHIMERA ↗

— Rob Thurman

#basilisk #chimera #sardonic-humor #science-fiction #stefan-korsak

The weakest are from deeply within the strongest of all natures ↗

— Jase Wolf

#inspiration #inspirational #inspirational-quotes #stay-strong #strength-and-courage

Everyone has their first date and the object is to hide your flaws. And then you're in a relationship, and it's all about hiding your disappointment. And then, once you're married, it's about hiding your sins. ↗

— Joss Whedon

#dollhouse #relationships #whedon #dating

The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. You that; we this way. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#love-s-labour-s-lost #love

For I'm afraid of loneliness; shiveringly, terribly afraid. I don't mean the ordinary physical loneliness, for here I am, deliberately travelled away from London to get to it, to its spaciousness and healing. I mean that awful loneliness of spirit that is the ultimate tragedy of life. When you've got to that, really reached it, without hope, without escape, you die. You just can't bear it, and you die. ↗

— Elizabeth von Arnim

#escape #fear #hope #london #loneliness

Planning is for the world's great cities, for Paris, London, and Rome, for cities dedicated, at some level, to culture. Detroit, on the other hand, was an American city and therefore dedicated to money, and so design had given way to expediency. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#design #detroit #london #money #paris

The Golden Crane flies for Tarmon Gai'don! ↗

— Robert Jordan

#tarmon-gai-don #dreams

I was eleven when my father left, so neither of us really knew our fathers. I’d met mine of course, but then I only knew my dad as a child knows a parent, as a sort of crude outline filled in with one or two colors. I’d never seen my father scared or cry. I’d never heard him admit to any wrongdoing. I have no idea what he dreamed of. And once I’d seen a smile pinned to one cheek and darkness to the other when my mum had yelled at him. Now he was gone, and I was left with just an impression—one of male warmth, big arms, and loud laughter. ↗

— Lloyd Jones

#fathers #dreams

Apalah gunanya impian bila tidak diwujudkan? ↗

— Fredrik Nael

#fantasy-fiction #imagination #indonesian #inspiring #short-story