#hat

Once you kill all of us, and you're alone, you'll die! The hate will die. That hate is what moves you, nothing else! That envy moves you. Nothing else! You'll die, inevitably. You're not immortal. You're not even alive, you're nothing but moving hate. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#death #die #hate #death

The salamanders, like tiny birds, locked into formation, fly down into the endless mysteries of the transforming water, and how could anyone believe that anything in this world is only what it appears to be— that anything is ever final— that anything, in spite of its absence, ever dies a perfect death? (from the poem 'What Is It?') ↗

— Mary Oliver

#death

girls pentagram of death (chapter 3) ↗

— Jane Austin and Seth Grahame-Smith

#death

If someone is speaking to you and elevating themselves at the expense of another, consider the source a non-factor; that's keepin' it 'sucka-free'. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#messengers #negative #positive #quotes-to-live-by #death

Maybe I'm stupid or whatever, but to me if I got a concussion, if I could see straight and I could carry a football then I'm not telling anybody. ↗

— Ricky Williams

#carry #could #football #got #i

Every decent man in America ought to swoon with joy for the opportunity to crush with his heel the woolly head of this black lizard, to keep him from scuttling on his belly farther over the earth and spitting forth his venom of death! ↗

— Richard Wright

#fate #hate #scathing #vengeance #death

There is no future. There is no past. Do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet. ↗

— Alan Moore

#design

I’ve often thought of becoming a professional hat designer. I’d make hats with many feathers, hats that wake you up in the morning, hats that lay eggs, and, most importantly, hats that can be eaten for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#dinner #feathers #funny-hats #lunch #strange

If your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#dreams

Auras tell a lot, Rose, and I'm very good at reading them. Much better than you friends probably are. A spirit dream wraps you own aura in gold, which is how I knew. Your personal aura is unique to you, though it fluctuates with your feelings and soul. When people are in love, it shows. Their auras shine. When you were dreaming, yours was bright. The colors were bright...but not what expected from a boyfriend. Of course, not every relationship is the same. People are at different stages. I would've brushed it off, except..." "Except what?" "Except, when you're with Dimitri, your aura's like the sun. So is his. ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sonya-karp #dreams