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you, who the world loved so dearly. quotesbot of sentences i like, collected by @tirabeesu.bsky.social
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Actually, you need not worry too much. If you cannot become strong, I will stay by your side and protect you.
Eyes as sharp as can openers
pried open heavy secrets.
But through the wound in my chest
God peers into the universe.
Fight, struggle. Achieve salvation by your own hand. Though the losses be grave, endure them. Though the victories be hollow, claim them.
I am the man your father was. We are the sons of flint and pitch.
And for a short while.
I stroked your hair
In the opposite direction to your journey.
For every love that’s lost, I heard a new one comes.
This is how I die! Just bury me in burgundy, I don’t care!
We forget the god
Under this crown of thorns.
We forget that never again
Will a god trust in the world.
Holy ghosts, when do you come out to play? ‘Cause if the Lord is gonna find me, he better start looking today.
This is always how it went with us, wasn’t it? I’d show up unannounced, challenge you out of nowhere, then make impossible demands when I won. Why break with precedent now? Salieri, when this is all over, would you play Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star for me?
’Tis not for my benefit. A certain lord was most distressed when he learned of your intent to risk life and limb to stop Iceheart. It took half a dozen knights to restrain him, I am told.
This is always how it went with us, wasn’t it? I’d show up unannounced, challenge you out of nowhere, then make impossible demands when I won. Why break with precedent now? Salieri, when this is all over, would you play Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star for me?
The known will be overwhelmed by the unknown, and this city with houses, palaces, and temples will fly apart like an ancient phantom that has more than once troubled the quietude of Eternity.
Even just seeing a pretty boy writhing in agony does wonders for my health.
I’d be the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love.
Take these tattered boxes that used to hold your clothes,
break them down, build them back up with your bones
If I'm good, will you come back?
I wet my lips to speak your name. To kiss your hands, curling into the posture of prayer, they could almost have been carved from stone. I swear: If idolatry was my only sin, then it’s because god wasn’t watching.
It cleared a space for her to live in, showed her to the other angels and to the Almighty, and its incorporeal lips whispered: 'Look, look, this is my sweet little soul.' It was filled with unusual, angelic tenderness, loving sympathy – that is the only feeling angels harbor.
The known will be overwhelmed by the unknown, and this city with houses, palaces, and temples will fly apart like an ancient phantom that has more than once troubled the quietude of Eternity.
Well come and well met, my brave little spark.
I’ve reclaimed the use of my imagination; for better or for worse I’ve yet to know.
We saw a sick, bare pine tree covered only with countless pine cones. Zvi said that trees about to die bear more cones than the vital ones. I said to him: That was a poem and you didn’t even realize it. Even though you are a man of exact sciences you made a poem.
She looked like a dream scrawled across visible reality.
There from their hearts the dogdayed pulse of love and light bursts in their throats. I see the pulse of summer in the ice.