There is nothing more terrifying than the absoluteness of one who believes he’s right.
Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren’t we all just a little crazy?
The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.
How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much. As cages go, it is a gilded one, but I shall not live well in it or any cage for that matter.
To each his own magic.
People aren’t always what you want them to be.
I refuse to let the past find me here.
You’ve influenced the world not because you wanted to hug it and cuddle it and call it sweet thing, but because one day you wanted to beat the crap out of somebody but you didn’t. You made a painting instead.
We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion trying to emerge into something solid, something real. We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there’s an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.
Corrupt my brother, will you? I’ll see you in hell first, sir.
We’re all damaged somehow.“-A Great and Terrible Beauty.
The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark. It is said that even the gods must die.” He winks. “But not without one hell of a fight.
Goodbye,” I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.
It’s as if I’ve inherited a skin I cannot quite fit, and so I walk about constantly pulling and and tugging, pinning and pruning, trying desperately to fill it out, hoping that no one will look at me struggling and say, ‘That one there- she’s a fraud, Look how she doesn’t fit at all.
I’m floating inside my skin. I could go on floating like this for days. Right now, the real world with its heartbreak and disappointments is just a pulse against the protective membrane we’ve drunk ourselves into. It’s somewhere outside us, waiting.” A Great and Terrible Beauty, Page 141, by.
Come on, Father. Stop me. Tell me to behave, to go to hell, something, anything.
I must remember to forgive myself. Because there’s an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.“-A Great and Terrible Beauty.
Because there’s nothing wrong with you... that can’t be fixed.
In truth, it is the simplest act in the world. The trick works because you wish it to. You must remember the most important rule of and successful illusion; First the people must want to believe it.
I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may not be polite or even correct but are mine nonetheless. If I am to be hanged for anything, I should like to feel that I go to the gallows on my own strength.