#kings

Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow. ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#the-poisonwood-bible #change

Even in terms of fiction, nothing in their lives became them like the leaving of it. King Fjolnir rose in the night to make water, fell into a vat of mead and drowned instead; Sveigdir ran after a dwarf when drunk and vanished into a boulder; Vanlandi was trampled to death by a nightmare; Domaldi was sacrificed for good seasons; Dag was struck on the head with a pitchfork when seeking revenge for his sparrow; and so on down to the fifth century. ↗

— Gwyn Jones

#vikings #death

Three years? That's a thousand tomorrows, ma'am. ↗

— Karen Kingsbury

#bull-rider #cf #grief #horses #karen

He found Podrick Payne asleep in a chair outside the door of the solar, and shook him by the shoulder. "Summon Bronn, and then tun down to the stables and have two horses saddled." (Tyrion). The squire's eyes were cloudy with sleep. "Horses". (squire) "Those big brown animals that love apples, I'm sure you've seen them. Four legs and a tail. But Bronn first." (Tyrion) ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#george #humor #tyrion-lannister #love

Nay, a heart of love is treasure, and the best the world contains. ↗

— Florence Morse Kingsley

#prisoners-of-the-sea #love

For a more than miffed Midnight, fate was for emperors, fools and soppy lovers: - fate was the self-important egotism of those doing well, the sheer unbearable arrogance of the living and loved. ↗

— Tom Conrad

#arrogance #chance #destiny #fate #fools

Every night, my love. All nights are yours. ↗

— Tiffany Reisz

#kingsley-edge #love

Think, Dagny, what it is to sit by the window in the eventide and hear the kelpie wailing in the boat-house; to sit waiting and listening for the dead men's ride to Valhal; for their way lies past us here in the north. They are the brave men that fell in fight, the strong women that did not drag out their lives tamely, like thee and me; they sweep through the storm-night on their black horses, with jangling bells! Ha, Dagny! think of riding the last ride on so rare a steed! ↗

— Henrik Ibsen

#men

it is real, all of it, he thought, the wars, the intrigues, the great bloody game, and me in the center of it... me, the dwarf, the monster, the one they scorned and laughed at, but now i hold it all, the power, the city, the girl. this was what i was made for, and gods forgive me, but i do love it... and her. and her." (tyrion lannister) ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#forgiveness

On Jesus' rock, my life abounds; all other floors are slippery grounds. His love for me, is mercy band; any other love is sinking sand. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#band #begotten-son #bible #christ #floor