#jack

Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. A day of wolves, of shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day. This day we fight! For all you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West! ↗

— j r r tolkein

#film #inspirational #lord-of-the-rings #lotr #movie

Perhaps this is the purpose of all art, all writing, on the murders, fiction and non-fiction: Simply to participate. ↗

— Alan Moore

#murder #whitechapel #art

The cafe windows wrapped all the way around the observation floor, which gave us a beautiful panoramic view of the skeleton army that had come to kill us. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#beauty

I wasn´t looking for a man at all. That changed when I saw you. I picked you because I couldn´t not pick you". ↗

— Robin Covington

#kayla #change

The Minotaur unstrapped his axe and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh I’m~going~togut~you~like~a~fish kind of way. Each of its twin blades was shaped like an omega: Ω—the last letter of the Greek alphabet. Maybe that was because the axe would be the last thing his victims ever saw ↗

— Rick Riordan

#beauty

My mother was gone. The whole world should be black and cold. Nothing should look beautiful. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#percy-jackson #beauty

One morning early, I couldn't sleep, so I walked down to the beach. And I saw you. For a minute- I didn't realize it was you. You were wearing this long scarf thing tied around your waist, lots of wild colors, and it blew around your legs. You had on a red bathing suit under it." "You..." She literally had to catch her breath. "You remember what I was wearing?" "Yes I do. And I remember your hair was longer than it is now, halfway down your back. All those mad curls flying. Bare feet. All that golden skin, wild colors, mad curls. My heart just stopped. I thought: That's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And I wanted that woman, in a way I'd never wanted one before." He stopped, turned a little as she simply stared at him. "Then I saw it was you. You walked off, down the beach, the surf foaming up over your bare feet, your ankles, your calves. And I wanted you. I thought I'd lost my my mind. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#jack-cooke #beauty

Charles Adams was an amiable, accomplished & bewitching young Man; of so dazzling a Beauty that none but Eagles could look him in the Face. ↗

— Jane Austen

#beauty

She was talking to a tree. Just talking to a tree. Totally normal. People probably did it every day here. They're only trees. She fought an insane urge to laugh. ↗

— Ruth Frances Long

#jack-o-the-forest #jenny #realm #talking #trees

Every game has its Jacks,' she said, the sadness of it pulling down the elation of sudden understanding. 'The thing that acts as a wild card. It can't be counted on or predicted. A weapon, even. But he's in other places, too, isn't he? And do you know what else a Jack is, Puck?...I do. ↗

— Ruth Frances Long

#jenny #puck #riddles #tricks #wren