And I would die for any one of mine.
King LeonidasStichwörter: king leonidas sparta
Then Ardent, heavy hearted, turned away; sore for the rusted armor and the wasted days: but as Sir Constant saw his shield, and lo! the lost Emblem of the King was shining once more through its veil of dishonor. For the heart's tears of sorrow had fallen upon the shield, and where they had fallen they had burned away the shame and stain.
W.E. CuleStichwörter: king constant sir-knight-of-the-splendid-way ardent
If Sean's voice is layers of wood, and Mina Ma's is the voice a copper pot, then Mathew Mercer's is the voice of a wild animal. I suddenly think of a movie Ammara and I loved when we were little, and I think of Scar, the lion who murdered his brother to become king. That kind of voice.
Sangu MandannaStichwörter: lost lion girl king mandanna sangu
ты должен понять: воздушные шары не могут летать против ветра.
Stephen KingWe die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.
Mark LawrenceStichwörter: die scars clothes king little thorns empire broken same reborn
As happens in dreams, when a perfectly harmless object inspires us with fear and thereafter is frightening every time we dream of it (and even in real life retains disquieting overtones), so Dreyer's presence became for Franz a refined torture, an implacable menace. [ ... H]e could not help cringing when, with a banging of doors in a dramatic draft, Martha and Dreyer entered simultaneously from two different rooms as if on a too harshly lit stage. Then he snapped to attention and in this attitude felt himself ascending through the ceiling, through the roof, into the black-brown sky, while, in reality, drained and empty, he was shaking hands with Martha, with Dreyer. He dropped back on his feet out of that dark nonexistence, from those unknown and rather silly heights, to land firmly in the middle of the room (safe, safe!) when hearty Dreyer described a circle with his index finger and jabbed him in the navel; Franz mimicked a gasp and giggled; and as usual Martha was coldly radiant. His fear did not pass but only subsided temporarily: one incautious glance, one eloquent smile, and all would be revealed, and a disaster beyond imagination would shatter his career. Thereafter whenever he entered this house, he imagined that the disaster had happened—that Martha had been found out, or had confessed everything in a fit of insanity or religious self-immolation to her husband; and the drawing room chandelier invariably met him with a sinister refulgence.
Vladimir Nabokov(...) I, for one, prize less
The name of king than deeds of kingly power;
And so would all who learn in wisdom’s school.
Stichwörter: essence king appearance
The King is only fond of words, and cannot translate them into deeds.
Teck Foo CheckStichwörter: deeds king art-of-war sun-tzu empty-words
Dreams are the psyche's way of taking a good dump every now and then. And that people who dream - or don't dream in a way they can often remember when they wake up - are mentally constipated in some way.
Stephen KingStichwörter: dreams king the-stand
It is not a Christmas tree!" said the King, so firmly that all the girls stopped jumping about. "This is a house of mourning. It is nothing more than a tree. I thought it would look nice. Inside. That is all.
Heather Dixon WallworkStichwörter: christmas king humerous
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