“Each soul, each person, has to find their own way - learn their own lessons ... It's all those rough bits that make us stronger.”
― Alyson Noel, quote from Dreamland
“Music is one of the highest art forms there is. It can define a life, change a life, or even safe a life, in just three short minutes.”
― Alyson Noel, quote from Dreamland
“There are only two emotions, love and fear. Love and fear is all there is--everything else is just an offshoot, motivated by those two.”
― Alyson Noel, quote from Dreamland
“Appearances are really just manifestations of how we see ourselves. And so, with that in mind, the way you see yourself, well, it has a direct effect on what you become, and how others see you.”
― Alyson Noel, quote from Dreamland
“He rambled.
Oh boy, did he ramble.
He rambled in a way that was nothing but
a bunch of bippidy blah blah to my ears.
Rambled in a way that made my head go
all dizzy and squeezy.”
― Alyson Noel, quote from Dreamland
“Free will is a powerful thing. Sometimes it's the only way to realize your true destiny.”
― Alyson Noel, quote from Dreamland
“dreamweaves were doing more harm than good. They were endangering people, making them believe in a false sense of security. Resulting in a population of delusional people, running around, taking unnecessary risks. And I think we all know that nothing good comes of that!”
― Alyson Noel, quote from Dreamland
“Love and fear. Love and fear is all there is—everything else is just an offshoot, motivated by those two.”
― Alyson Noel, quote from Dreamland
“Can I come back tomorrow? And if so, do I get to go first?”
― Alyson Noel, quote from Dreamland
“seen my grandfather, who’d always seemed so old and serious in all of his photos, whooping and hollering as he surfed a fifty-foot wave.”
― Alyson Noel, quote from Dreamland
“Heya, newbie!” Newbie? I squinted. Not quite sure how to take that.”
― Alyson Noel, quote from Dreamland
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“The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinuviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled.
He walked along and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hill-top high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinuviel! Tinuviel!
He called her by her elvish name;
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinuviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinuviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, quote from The Lord of the Rings
“I don't want to have a dozen sons," she had told him, appalled. "I want to have adventures" ~Asha Greyjoy”
― George R.R. Martin, quote from A Feast for Crows
“Suppose two men at cards with nothing to wager save their lives. Who has not heard such a tale? A turn of the card. The whole universe for such a player has labored clanking to his moment which will tell if he is to die at that man’s hand or that man at his. What more certain validation of a man’s worth could there be? This enhancement of the game to its ultimate state admits no argument concerning the notion of fate. The selection of one man over another is a preference absolute and irrevocable and it is a dull man indeed who could reckon so profound a decision without agency or significance either one. In such games as have for their stake the annihilation of the defeated the decisions are quite clear. This man holding this particular arrangement of cards in his hand is thereby removed from existence. This is the nature of war, whose stake is at once the game and the authority and the justification. Seen so, war is the truest form of divination. It is the testing of one’s will and the will of another within that larger will which because it binds them is therefore forced to select. War is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. War is god.”
― Cormac McCarthy, quote from Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West
“He simply felt that if he could carry away the vision of the spot of earth she walked on, and the way the sky and sea enclosed it, the rest of the world might seem less empty.”
― Edith Wharton, quote from The Age of Innocence
“Some things you just can't explain. You don't even try. You don't know where to start. All your sentences would jumble up like a giant knot if you opened your mouth. Any words you used would come out wrong.”
― R.J. Palacio, quote from Wonder
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