#guardian

Giving someone a piece of your soul is better than giving a piece of your heart. Because souls are eternal. ↗

— Helen Boswell

#guardian-angels #soulmates #souls #mythology

Liberty is the condition of duty, the guardian of conscience. It grows as conscience grows. The domains of both grow together. Liberty is safety from all hindrances, even sin. So that Liberty ends by being Free Will. ↗

— John Acton

#both #condition #conscience #domains #duty

Fly you fools ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#guardianship #fool

I wanted to get an angel wings tatooed on my back, as a guardian thing. ↗

— Kirsten Dunst

#back #get #guardian #i #thing

With eye upraised his master's looks to scan, The joy, the solace, and the aid of man; The rich man's guardian, and the poor man's friend, The only creature faithful to the end. ↗

— George Crabbe

#creature #end #eye #faithful #friend

I don't know how you hear music. I imagine that if you like music at all then it has, in your head, some kind of third dimension to it, a dimension suggesting space as well as surface, depth of field as well as texture. Speaking for myself, I used to hear "buildings"... three-dimensional forms of architectural substance and tension. I did not "see" these buildings in the classic synaesthetic way so much as sense them. These forms had "floors", "walls", "roofs", "windows", "cellars". They expressed volume. Music to me has always been a handsome three-dimensional container, a vessel, as real in its way as a Scout hut or a cathedral or a ship, with an inside and an outside and subdivided internal spaces. I'm absolutely certain that this "architecture" had everything to do with why music has always exerted such a hold over me. I think music was the structure in which I learned to contain and then examine emotion. ↗

— Nick Coleman

#musicophilia #oliver-sacks #the-guardian #architecture

A man's character is his guardian divinity. ↗

— Heraclitus

#divinity #guardian #his #man

Joyce for all his devotion to his art, terrible in its austerity, was a lad born with a song on one side of him, a dance on the other; two gay guardian angels every human ought to have. ↗

— Sean O'Casey

#art #austerity #born #dance #devotion

I doubt your Argonaut kin would approve of that,” she managed. “They didn’t much like me being in your realm.” “They’ll just have to get used to it. Some things in life are more important than duty and honor.” Gods, how she wished that were true. “Nothing in life is more important than duty and honor, Titus.” He cradled her face in his hands again. “You are.” That was it. All she could take. A desperate need to be close to him one last time overwhelmed every thought and action. She pressed her mouth to his. Kissed him hard. Gasped when his arms closed around her waist with the strength of a vise. Lost herself in the sweet taste of his tongue stroking urgently across hers. “I want you,” she whispered against his lips. Desperation clawed at her soul. She pressed her lips to his again, opened, licked into his mouth. Warmth, wetness, hunger caressed her tongue in an erotic dance. She trailed one hand down his bare chest, over the waistband of his pants. ↗

— Elisabeth Naughton

#elisabeth-naughton #eternal-guardians #natasa #pnr #sexy

This is what love does, he realized, and in that moment he understood why Artemis had kidnapped a fairy to get the money to find his father. Love makes everything else seem inconsequential ↗

— Eoin Colfer

#love #the-last-guardian #love