#mar

The only difference between a suicide and a martyrdom really is the amount of press coverage. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#suicide #different

My feet is my only carriage. ↗

— Bob Marley

#continuous-improvement #no-woman-no-cry #woman

There are causes worth dying for, but none worth killing for. ↗

— Albert Camus

#pacifism #principles #war #die

The Devil has all the best tunes? My arse! Metalville just got a new sheriff. ↗

— Mark Rice

#heavy-metal #mark-rice #metallic-dreams #music #rock

Being a sex symbol is a heavy load to carry, especially when one is very tired, hurt and bewildered. ↗

— Clara Bow

#sex-symbol #hurt

Don’t leave me,” he whispers. “Oh, for crying out loud—no! I am not going to go!” I shout and it’s cathartic. There, I’ve said it. I am not leaving. “Really?” His eyes widen. “What can I do to make you understand I will not run? What can I say?” He gazes at me, revealing his fear and anguish again. He swallows. “There is one thing you can do.” “What?” I snap. “Marry me,” he whispers. ↗

— E.L. James

#marry-me #running

The girl is infectious human waste, and she's confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing and so she won't commit to anything. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#wrong

I respect a woman too much to marry her. ↗

— Sylvester Stallone

#i #marry #much #respect #too

And your will shall decide your destiny," he said: "I offer you my hand, my heart, and a share of all my possessions." You play a farce, which I merely laugh at." I ask you to pass through life at my side--to be my second self, and best earthly companion." For that fate you have already made your choice, and must abide by it." Jane, be still a few moments: you are over-excited: I will be still too." A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away--away--to an indefinite distance--it died. The nightingale's song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept. Mr. Rochester sat quiet, looking at me gently and seriously. Some time passed before he spoke; he at last said - Come to my side, Jane, and let us explain and understand one another." I will never again come to your side: I am torn away now, and cannot return." But, Jane, I summon you as my wife: it is you only I intend to marry." I was silent: I thought he mocked me. Come, Jane--come hither." Your bride stands between us." He rose, and with a stride reached me. My bride is here," he said, again drawing me to him, "because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me? ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#marriage #marriage-proposal #equality

Morala constituie pentru arta o primejdie pe care multi o subestimeaza, arta se apropie mai mult de natura, prin cruzimea ei infantila, decat morala, care e creatia spiritului uman matur, impins de nevoia de a pune ordine in viata afectiva si de a tine in frau instinctele. Uneori, ea devine necrutatoare,tinzand la suprimarea totala a instinctelor, ca si cand fara ele fiinta umana ar putea supravietui. ↗

— Marin Preda

#arta #marin-preda #morala #morals #art