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Beautiful Memorable Lines


  • 9 months ago · Quote · #1

    Elona

    This is a thread for members to post any beautiful and memorable lines in poetry, literature, film, or even music that has really struck a cord in them and has remained in their minds since they read or heard the line.


    I shall share a few that are special to me.

    'The Road goes ever on and on

    Down from the door where it began.

    Now far ahead the Road has gone,

    And I must follow, if I can

    ,Pursuing it with eager feet,

    Until it joins some larger way

    Where many paths and errands meet.

    And whither then? I cannot say.

    '-- From Tolkien, and something I hold close to heart when things get tough in life.

     

    'It is too late to appologise, for I have already forgiven you

    '- From Robin Hobb, specifically her Farseer Trilogy.It is one of my favourite sayings, and one I get to use reasonably often.

  • 9 months ago · Quote · #2

    Oddie

    Paul Edgecomb:

    On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?
     

    John Coffey: You tell God the Father it was a kindness you done. I know you hurtin' and worryin', I can feel it on you, but you oughta quit on it now. Because I want it over and done. I do. I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head all the time. Can you understand?
     

    Paul Edgecomb: Yes, John. I think I can.  

     

    - The Green Mile

  • 9 months ago · Quote · #3

    redijedi

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  • 9 months ago · Quote · #4

    rooperi

    Ayn Rand - Anthem

    I stand here on the summit of the mountain.
    I lift my head and I spread my arms.
    This, my body and spirit, this is the end
    of the quest. I wished to know the meaning
    of things. I am the meaning. I wished
    to find a warrant for being. I need no
    warrant for being, and no word of sanction
    upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction.

    It is my eyes which see, and the sight of
    my eyes grants beauty to the earth. It is
    my ears which hear, and the hearing of my
    ears gives its song to the world. It is my
    mind which thinks, and the judgement of
    my mind is the only searchlight that can
    find the truth. It is my will which chooses,
    and the choice of my will is the only edict
    I must respect.

    Many words have been granted me,
    and some are wise, and some are false,
    but only three are holy: "I will it!"

    Whatever road I take, the guiding star
    is within me; the guiding star and the
    loadstone which point the way. They point
    in but one direction. They point to me.

    I know not if this earth on which I stand
    is the core of the universe or if it is but
    a speck of dust lost in eternity. I know not
    and I care not. For I know what happiness
    is possible to me on earth. And my happiness
    needs no higher aim to vindicate it.
    My happiness is not the means to any end.
    It is the end. It is its own goal.
    It is its own purpose.

    Neither am I the means to any end others
    may wish to accomplish. I am not a tool
    for their use. I am not a servant of their
    needs. I am not a bandage for their wounds.
    I am not a sacrifice on their altars.

    I am a man. This miracle of me is mine
    to own and keep, and mine to guard, and
    mine to use, and mine to kneel before!

    I do not surrender my treasures, nor do
    I share them. The fortune of my spirit is
    not to be blown into coins of brass and
    flung to the winds as alms for the poor
    of the spirit. I guard my treasures:
    my thought, my will, my freedom.
    And the greatest of these is freedom.

    I owe nothing to my brothers, nor do
    I gather debts from them. I ask none to
    live for me, nor do I live for any others.
    I covet no man's soul, nor is my soul theirs
    to covet.

    I am neither foe nor friend to my brothers,
    but such as each of them shall deserve
    of me. And to earn my love, my brothers
    must do more than to have been born.
    I do not grant my love without reason, nor
    to any chance passer-by who may wish to
    claim it. I honor men with my love.
    But honor is a thing to be earned.

    I shall choose friends among men, but neither
    slaves nor masters. And I shall choose
    only such as please me, and them
    I shall love and respect, but neither
    command nor obey. And we shall join our
    hands when we wish, or walk alone when
    we so desire. For in the temple of his spirit,
    each man is alone. Let each man keep his
    temple untouched and undefiled. Then let
    him join hands with others if he wishes,
    but only beyond his holy threshold.

  • 9 months ago · Quote · #5

    fabelhaft

    The end of The Garden of Proserpine by Swinburne: 

     
    Pale, beyond porch and portal,
             Crowned with calm leaves, she stands
    Who gathers all things mortal
             With cold immortal hands;
    Her languid lips are sweeter
    Than love's who fears to greet her
    To men that mix and meet her
             From many times and lands.

    She waits for each and other,
             She waits for all men born;
    Forgets the earth her mother,
                The life of fruits and corn;
    And spring and seed and swallow
    Take wing for her and follow
    Where summer song rings hollow
             And flowers are put to scorn.

    There go the loves that wither,
             The old loves with wearier wings;
    And all dead years draw thither,
             And all disastrous things;
    Dead dreams of days forsaken,
    Blind buds that snows have shaken,
    Wild leaves that winds have taken,
             Red strays of ruined springs.

    We are not sure of sorrow,
             And joy was never sure;
    To-day will die to-morrow;
             Time stoops to no man's lure;
    And love, grown faint and fretful,
    With lips but half regretful
    Sighs, and with eyes forgetful
             Weeps that no loves endure.

    From too much love of living,
             From hope and fear set free,
    We thank with brief thanksgiving
             Whatever gods may be
    That no life lives for ever;
    That dead men rise up never;
    That even the weariest river
             Winds somewhere safe to sea.

    Then star nor sun shall waken,
             Nor any change of light:
    Nor sound of waters shaken,
             Nor any sound or sight:
    Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,
    Nor days nor things diurnal;
    Only the sleep eternal
             In an eternal night.
    ***
  • 9 months ago · Quote · #6

    rooperi

    Elona wrote:
    'It is too late to appologise, for I have already forgiven you

    '- From Robin Hobb, specifically her Farseer Trilogy.It is one of my favourite sayings, and one I get to use reasonably often.


    I'm also a fan of the farseer trilogy...

    We are pack

  • 9 months ago · Quote · #7

    Elona

    rooperi wrote:
    Elona wrote:
    'It is too late to appologise, for I have already forgiven you

    '- From Robin Hobb, specifically her Farseer Trilogy.It is one of my favourite sayings, and one I get to use reasonably often.


    I'm also a fan of the farseer trilogy...

    We are pack


    No way! I have never found another person who has read them, or even heard of them. HIGH FIVE.

  • 9 months ago · Quote · #8

    redijedi

    I like your style, Elona. Tolkien rules. The Hobbit is being directed by Peter Jackson. I hope it's good.

    The Lord of the Rings
    Tom Bombadil, Chapter 'In the House of Tom Bombadil'.

    Eldest, that's what I am. Mark my words, my friends: Tom was here before the river and the trees; Tom remembers the first raindrop and the first acorn. He made paths before the Big People, and saw the Little People arriving. He was here before the Kings and the graves and the Barrow-wights. When the Elves passed westward, Tom was here already, before the seas were bent. He knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.

  • 9 months ago · Quote · #9

    Elona

    Tom Bombadil, one of the most mysterious characters ever created. 

    I love how he plays with the ring like its some insignificant toy.

  • 9 months ago · Quote · #10

    redijedi

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  • 9 months ago · Quote · #11

    joaoporto

    Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night

    by Dylan Thomas

    Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
  • 8 months ago · Quote · #12

    fabelhaft

    Emily Dickinson:

    If you were coming in the fall, 
    I'd brush the summer by 
    With half a smile and half a spurn, 
    As housewives do a fly.

    If I could see you in a year, 
    I'd wind the months in balls, 
    And put them each in separate drawers, 
    Until their time befalls.

    If only centuries delayed, 
    I'd count them on my hand, 
    Subtracting till my fingers dropped 
    Into Van Diemens land.

    If certain, when this life was out, 
    That yours and mine should be, 
    I'd toss it yonder like a rind, 
    And taste eternity.

    But now, all ignorant of the length
    Of time's uncertain wing, 
    It goads me, like the goblin bee, 
    That will not state its sting. 

  • 8 months ago · Quote · #13

    RussellFaraday

    "Here's to alcohol: the cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems."

    Homer Simpson.

  • 8 months ago · Quote · #14

    RussellFaraday

    Show me a man or a woman alone and I'll show you a saint. Give me two and they'll fall in love. Give me three and they'll invent the charming thing we call 'society'. Give me four and they'll build a pyramid. Give me five and they'll make one an outcast. Give me six and they'll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they'll reinvent warfare.

    Stephen King, The stand.

  • 8 months ago · Quote · #15

    RussellFaraday

    To me, the truth is what actually happened. Yet it is impossible to know anything approaching the whole truth about past events. Even the people living them could not possibly understand. That truth is always out of reach.

    Justice could be cruel, and crueler yet necessity, but mercy was the cruelest thing of all.

    Heroes and victims are the product of the mood they were in when opportunity came or when circumstances were at their worst.

    You were born with compassion, only that also means that when people are cruel to you it cuts you deep. You won't understand that you have to walk right up to the ones who are being hateful and laugh in their faces and earn their respect. Instead you'll try to figure out what you did to make them mad at you.

    Even the most "Rational" people — the ones who claimed not to have a religion — were just as chauvinistic about their irreligion, sneering at and ostracizing the believers just the way the believers treated nonmembers of their own groups. It's a human universal.

    When we intended to enjoy being cruel, we must transform our victim into either a beast or a god.

    Honesty always sounds like impudence to the vain and stupid.

    Why is doubt the one thing we're never skeptical of? We question other peoples' beliefs, and the more sure they are the more we doubt them. But it never occurs to us to doubt our own doubt. Question our own questions. We think our questions are answers.

    I've known some bad people and some good people in my life, and it's the bad ones who live in fear, all the time. Cause they know their own hearts... And they think everyone else is just waiting to pull the same moves on them that they've got planned to pull on somebody else.

    I will not be tamed, only persuaded. I will not be coerced or led blindly or tricked or bullied - I am willing only to be convinced. If you don't trust your own basic goodness enough to tell me what you're trying to do... Then you're confessing your own moral weakness and I'll never serve you.

    Orson Scott Card

  • 8 months ago · Quote · #16

    Elona

    That's some great stuff Russell. Especialy that last post.

  • 8 months ago · Quote · #17

    theweaponking

    "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." -- Anonymous

     

    "You have gold nuggets, and then you have rocks painted yellow." -- theweaponking

     

    "The king is a fighting piece.  Use it!"  -- Wilhelm Steinitz

     

    "Chess is, above all, a fight."  -- Emanuel lasker

  • 8 months ago · Quote · #18

    theweaponking

    "Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow.  For what is your life?  It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away."  -- King James Bible, James 4:14

     

    "The more things change, the more they stay the same."  "You take down one monster, and they find somebody even worse to replace him."  -- General Shepard (from Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2)

     

    "Uh uh, I ain't goin' in there.  A gun lives there!"  --  Jeff Foxworthy


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