#dresden

Sheep can befriend a hungry wolf only for briefly. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#dresden-files #change

Son. Everyone dies alone. That's what it is. It's a door. It's one person wide. When you go through it, you do it alone. But it doesn't mean you've got to be alone before you go through the door. And believe me, you aren't alone on the other side. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #life #death

If you go to your death rather than do everything you might to prevent what is happening, you are merely committing suicide and trying to make yourself feel better about it. That is the act of a coward. It is beneath contempt. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#death #harry-dresden #death

Sullen monosyllabism, a sure sign of sleep deprivation. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #waldo-butters #death

Love this job," Sanya murmured. "Just love it." "I need to challenge more people to duels," Thomas said in agreement. "Men are pigs," Murphy said. "Amen," said Molly. Lea gave me a prim look and said, "I've not sacrificed a holy virgin in ages. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#age

Pain is a byproduct of life. That’s the truth. Life sometimes sucks. That’s true for everyone. But if you don’t face the pain and the suck, you don’t ever get the other things either. Laughter. Joy. Love. Pain passes, but those things are worth fighting for. Worth dying for. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#life #pain #life

The words first. Damned near everything begins with words. "I am," I breathed, and suddenly the ice was clear of my mouth. "I am Harry..." I panted, and the pain redoubled. And I laughed. As if some freak who never loved enough to know loss could tell me about pain. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#love

'Christ, Dresden! You almost got me killed!' 'Don't be a baby. You're fine.' Thomas frowned at me. 'You at least could have told me!' 'I did tell you,' I said. 'I told you at Mac's that I'd give you a ride home, but that I had to run an errand first.' Thomas scowled. 'An errand is getting a tank of gas or picking up a carton of milk or something. It is not getting chased by flying purple pyromaniac gorillas hurling incendiary poo.' " - Harry Dresden & Thomas Raith, Blood Rites, Jim Butcher ↗

— Jim Butcher

#harry-dresden #magic #paranormal #wizards #christ

Sticks and stones and small caliber bullets may break my bones... Words will never, et cetera. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#humor #humor

Life is too short, Harry. And there's nowhere near enough joy in it. If you find it, grab it. Before it's gone. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#life #change