#even

There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest. ↗

— Elie Wiesel

#injustice #may #must #never #powerless

I don't like it, but my hands are tied. I just want you to know this: if I ever get the chance to betray you, I will. If the opportunity arises to pay you back, I'll take it. You'll never be able to trust me. ↗

— Darren Shan

#threat #chance

I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it. ↗

— Groucho Marx

#be happy #choose #day #dead #events

My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die! ↗

— William Goldman

#revenge #die

I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#hurt

The best revenge is not to be like your enemy. ↗

— Marcus Aurelius

#revenge #enemy

People often say that humans have always eaten animals, as if this is a justification for continuing the practice. According to this logic, we should not try to prevent people from murdering other people, since this has also been done since the earliest of times. ↗

— Isaac Bashevis Singer

#also #always #been #continuing #done

Stop flaunting your impeccable language skills, Vincent, help the girl to her feet and let her take her leave ↗

— Amy Plum

#revenants #language

I have wanted you for so long now,” he said roughly, “I’ve no memory of how it feels to be devoid of the craving. But you must know what you do. I need you to think of who you are and where you are and who I am. Think of how things will be once we’ve crossed this threshold. Think of how you will leave this cabin—disheveled and well fucked. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#seven-years-to-sin #historical

He would have told her - he would have said, it matters not if you are here or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath. ↗

— Juliet Marillier

#sevenwaters #young