Standing here, I realize
you are just like me, trying to make history.
But who’s to judge the right from wrong?
When our guard is down, I think we both agree that violence breeds violence;
But in the end, it has to be this way.
I’ve carved my own path, you followed your wrath,
but maybe we’re both the same.
The world has turned, so many have burned,
but nobody is to blame.
Yet, staring across this barren wasted land, I feel new life will be born beneath the blood stained sand.
Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance — It Has To Be This Way
I know you think that I shouldn’t still love you, or tell you that.
But if I didn’t say it, well I’d still have felt it - where’s the sense in that?
I promise I’m not trying to make your life harder or return to where we were.
But I will go down with this ship,
and I won’t put my hands up and surrender.
There will be no white flag above my door.
O I’m in love and always will be.
And when we meet
- which I’m sure we will -,
all that was there
will be there still.
I’ll let it pass and hold my tongue,
and you will think that I’ve moved on.
— Dido, White Flag
She found herself to be quite worried that something would jump out at her, so she began to whistle. She thought it might make it harder for things to jump out at her, if she was whistling.
— Neil Gaiman, Coraline (chapter 9)
It is astonishing just how much of what we are can be tied to the beds we wake up in in the morning, and it is astonishing how fragile that can be.
|—||Neil Gaiman, Coraline (chapter six)|
[…] it’s taken you so long to find out that you were wrong
when you thought it held everything.
You used to think that it was so easy,
you used to say that it was so easy,
but you’re trying -
you’re trying now.
Another year and then you’d be happy,
just one more year and then you’d be happy,
but you’re crying -
you’re crying now.
|—||Gerry Rafferty, Baker Street|
Famous angels never come through England,
England gets the one you never need.
Put an ocean and a river between everybody else, between everything, yourself, and home;
put an ocean and a river between everything, yourself, and home.
You must be somewhere in London,
you must be loving your life in the rain.
You must be somewhere in London, walking Abbey Lane.
— The National, England
We stand, we leap, we fall, we go.
Because you know tomorrow plays another hand,
because we lose, the future is all we have left.
— Kanno Yōko & Teshima Aoi, Because
|—||Kurt Vonnegut (via psych-facts)|
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
|—||Shakespeare, Macbeth (Act V, Scene V)|