A deathwhite mist...

"A deathwhite mist slept over sand and sea:
Whereof the chill, to him who breathed it, drew
Down with his blood, till all his heart was cold
With formless fear; and even on Arthur fell
Confusion, since he saw not whom he fought.
For friend and foe were shadows in the mist,
And friend slew friend not knowing whom he slew;"

~Alfred, Lord Tennyson "The Passing of Arthur"

... And Then...

"... And then Buffy staked Edward. The End."
~Piece of Flair, Off of a good friend's Facebook page.

References both Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Twilight. Vampire quote in general.

Well...

"Well, he did not go gentle into that good night."

~Bob, The Dresden Files

That the very atoms...

"That the very atoms that comprise life on Earth are traceable to the cosmic crucibles that are the center of stars halfway across the galaxy, that were manufactured in those crucibles, in stars that had high enough mass that they went unstable in their later years and exploded scattering their rich guts across the galaxy. These are the elements that comprise life as we know it. So that not only are we in this universe, the universe is in us. And we're not just poetically so, we are literally stardust."

~Neil deGrasse Tyson

Nice guy...

Castle: Nice guy. I can see how it wouldn't work though.
Beckett: Really?
Castle: Yeah. Handsome. Square-jawwed. By-the-book.
Beckett: And that's a bad thing?
Castle: He's like the male you. Yin needs yang, not another yin. Yin-Yang is harmony. Ying-Ying is... a name for a panda.

~Castle, "Little Lost Girl"

Once I am sure...

"Once I am sure there's nothing going on
I step inside, letting the door thud shut.
Another church: matting, seats, and stones,
And little books; sprawlings of flowers, cut
For Sunday, brownish now:"

~Philip Larkin, "Church Going"

But superstition...

"But superstition, like belief, must die
And what remains when disbelief has gone?
Grass, weedy pavement, brambles, buttress, sky"

~Philip Larkin, "Church Going"

Lost in a haunted...

"Lost in a haunted wood,
Children afraid of the night
Who have never been happy or good"

~W. H. Auden, "September 1, 1939"

On the outside...

"On the outside looking in
Wondering how to get back her friends.
But at the same time it's long gone.
She's had time and she's moved on."

~Regrets and Forgiveness by Ginevra Dean/Ginevra Lupin/Sarah Jane and the Smiths

We just fade...

"We just fade away with crossword puzzles and tea."

~Anonymous (kid in my English class).
In response to the ideas behind the poem "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night" by Dylan Thomas and the idea of growing old in these times.

George had turned...

"George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her.

"Before she could speak, almost before she could feel, a voice called, 'Lucy! Lucy! Lucy! Lucy!' The silence of life had been broken by Miss Barlett, who stood brown against the view."

~E. M. Forster, A Room with a View

It is a curious fact...

"It is a curious fact that novelists have a way of making us believe that luncheon parties are invariably memorable for something very witty that was said, or for something very wise that was done. But they seldom spare a word for what was eaten. It is part of the novelist's convention not to mention soup and salmon and ducklings, as if soup and salmon and ducklings were of no importance whatsoever, as if nobody ever smoked a cigar or drank a glass of wine. Here, however, I shall take the liberty to defy that convention and to tell you that the lunch on this occasion began with soles, sunk in a deep dish, over which the college cook had spread a counterpane of the whitest cream, save that it was branded here and there with brown spots like the spots on the flanks of a doe. After that came the partridges, but if this suggests a couple of bald brown birds on a plate you are mistaken, The partridges, many and various, came with all their retinue of sauces and salads, the sharp and the sweet, each in its order; their potatoes, thin as coins but no so hard; their sprouts, foliated as rosebuds but more succulent. And no sooner had the roast and it's retinue been done with than the silent serving-man, the Beadle himself perhaps in a milder manifestation, set before us, wreathed in napkins, a confection which rose all sugar from the waves. To call it pudding and so relate it to rice and tapioca would be an insult."

~Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

Thought – to call it by a prouder name...

"Thought – to call it by a prouder name than it deserved – had let its line down into the stream. It swayed, minute after minute, hither and thither among th reflections and the weeds, letting the water lift it and sink it, until – you know the little tug – the sudden conglomeration of an idea at the end of one's line: and then the cautious hauling of it in, and the careful laying of it out? Alas, laid on the grass how small, how insignificant this thought of mine looked; the sort of fish that a good fisherman puts back into the water so that it may grow fatter and be one day worth cooking and eating."

~Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

A Byronic hero is...

"A Byronic hero is a male who is clearly an idol to either those around him or his readers, and yet he is clearly flawed in one way or another. Don Juan fits this in the fact that he is clearly idolized by many, and this idolatry clearly lands him in more sexual situations than he can handle. I think maybe I prefer Casanova of the two. Or perhaps that's just my clear obsession with David Tennant."

~Ginevra Dean

"The Rape of the Lock" is...

"'The Rape of the Lock' is an excellent example of pre-Romantic, neoclassical poetry because, in essence, it is an epic poem about a woman losing a lock of her hair. (To lose one lock of hair can be considered misfortune, but to lose a whole head seems like utter carelessness. Okay, couldn't resist. Honestly. Reference to The Importance of Being Ernest.)"

~Ginevra Dean

When you can't...

"When you can't run, you crawl. And when you can't do that anymore, you find someone to carry you."

~Browncoat saying, Firefly: The Message (Combination of the two following quotes.)

"When you can't run, you crawl. And when you can't do that anymore... Well. You know how it goes." ~Tracy

"When you can't run, you crawl. When you can't crawl, when you can't do that..." ~Tracy
"You find someone to carry you." ~Zoe

So?

"So? He was stupid. If I killed everyone who was stupid, I wouldn't have time to sleep."

~Tamora Pierce, Song of the Lioness: In the Hand of the Goddess

Dear Diary...

"Dear Diary, Today I tried not to think about Mr. Knightly. I tried not to think about him when I discussed the menu with Cook... I tried not to think about him in the garden where I thrice plucked the petals off a daisy to acertain his feelings for Harriet. I don't think we should keep daisies in the garden, they really are a drab little flower. And I tried not to think about him when I went to bed, but something had to be done."

~Jane Austen, Emma

I cannot make speeches...

"I cannot make speeches, Emma...If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. But you know what I am. You hear nothing but truth from me. I have blamed you, and lectured you, and you have borne it as no other woman in England would have borne it."

~Jane Austen, Emma

If you've a story...

"If you've a story, make sure it's a whole one, with details close to hand. It's the difference between a good lie and getting caught."

~Tamora Pierce, Trickster's Choice

I believe that...

"I believe that sanitizing this aspect of the modern and ancient world is at the root of our troubles as a culture now. We're bred to be smug about how peaceful we are, so we can watch television and feel safely distant from violence, when it is part of our makeup. That smugness means we don't feel we have to do anything about the violence we see, because it's obviously committed by people who aren't as educated or civilized as we are. By holding ourselves aloof from global and historical violence, we allow it to continue. If we are ever to survive as a species, we need to admit we are violent and find ways to ease the plight of the victims of violence worldwide. (No, invading a violent country and bombing it will not inspire its people to give violence up. Go figure.) We must face who we are and what creates violence: helplessness, envy, rage, even the drive to grab the good things of the world that are flaunted in the faces of the poor. We must take responsibility and protect each other from violence."

~Tamora Pierce

And Alice came...

"And Alice came from another family, like Jasper?"

"No, and that is a mystery. Alice doesn't remember her human life at all. And she doesn't know who created her. She awoke alone. Whoever made her walked away, and none of us understand why, or how, he could. If she hadn't had that other sense, if she hadn't seen Jasper and Carlisle and known that she would someday become one of us, she probably would have turned into a total savage."

~Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

He stepped toward me...

"He stepped toward me, smiling. 'Before we begin...'

I felt a curl of nausea in the pit of my stomach as he spoke. This was something I had not anticipated.

'I would just like to rub it in, just a little bit. The answer was there all along, and I was so afraid Edward would see that and ruin my fun. It happened once, oh, ages ago. The one and only time my prey escaped me.

'You see, the vampire who was so stupidly fond of this little victim made the choice that your Edward was too weak to make. When the old one knew I was after his little friend, he stole her from the asylum where he worked- I never will understand the obsession some vampires seem to form with you humans- and as soon as he freed her he made her safe. She didn't even seem to notice the pain, poor little creature. She'd been stuck in that black hole of a cell for so long. A hundred years earlier and she would have been burned at the stake for her visions. In the nineteen-twenties it was the asylum and the shock treatments. When she opened her eyes, strong with her fresh youth, it was like she'd never seen the sun before. The old vampire made her a strong new vampire, and there was no reason for me to touch her then.' He sighed. 'I destroyed the old one in vengeance.'

'Alice,' I breathed, astonished.

'Yes, your little friend. I was surprised to see her in the clearing. So I guess her coven ought to be able to derive some comfort from this experience. I get you, but they get her. The one victim who escaped me, quite an honor, actually.

'And she did smell so delicious. I still regret that I never got to taste... She smelled even better than you do. Sorry- I don't mean to be offensive. You have a very nice smell. Floral, somehow...'"

~Stephenie Meyer, Twilight

Threats are...

"Threats are the last resort of a man with no vocabulary!"

~Tamora Pierce

A diplomat is...

"A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman's birthday but never remembers her age."

~Robert Frost

You know you're...

"You know you're getting old when the candles cost more than the cake."

~Bob Hope

A good book...

"A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit."

~John Milton

The land of...

"The land of embarrassment and breakfast."

~Julian Barnes (about England)

You cannot trust...

"You cannot trust people who have such bad cuisine. It is the country with the worst food after Finland."

~Jacques Chirac (about England)

Britain is no longer...

"Britain is no longer totally a white place where people ride horses, wear long frocks, and drink tea. The national dish is no longer fish and chips, it's curry."

~Marianne Jean-Baptiste

North of the...

"North of the 49th parallel we value equality; south of it, they treasure freedom."

~Michael Adams

Vive...

"Vive Le Québec Libre."

~Charles de Gaulle

Mon pays...

"Mon pays ce n'est pas un pays, c'est l'hiver."

~Gilles Vigneault

[Translation: "My country is not a country, it is winter."]

Take it easy...

"Take it easy driving– the life you save may be mine."

~James Dean

The car has...

"The car has become an article of dress without which we feel uncertain, unclad, and incomplete in the urban compound."

~Marshall McLuhan

No other man-made...

"No other man-made device since the shields and lances of ancient knights fulfills a man's ego like an automobile."

~Lord Rootes

Where they have...

"Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings."

~Heinrich Heine

It's one thing...

"It's one thing to be certain, but you can be certain and you can be wrong."

~John Kerry

Be not afraid...

"Be not afraid of greatness: some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them."

~William Shakespeare

There's one tiny...

"There's one tiny little gap in the universe left, just about to close. And it takes a lot of power to send this projection. I'm in orbit around a supernova. I'm burning up a sun just to say goodbye."

~The Tenth Doctor, Doctor Who, Series 2, "Doomsday"

Men love women...

"Men love women, women love children; children love hamsters– it's quite hopeless."

~Alice Thomas Ellis

The presence of...

"The presence of those seeking the truth is infinitely to be preferred to the presence of those who think they've found it."

~Terry Prachett (Monstrous Regiment)

Give me your tired...

"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free."

~Emma Lazarus

I am grateful...

"I am grateful for the blessings of wealth, but it hasn't changed who I am. My feet are still on the ground. I'm just wearing better shoes."

~Oprah Winfrey

But if God...

"But if God had wanted us to think with just our wombs, why did He give us a brain?"

~Clare Booth Luce

I do not wish...

"I do not wish them [women] to have power over men; but over themselves."

~Mary Wollstonecraft

If you can't...

"If you can't annoy somebody with what you write, I think there's little point in writing."

~Kingsley Amis

I'm not young...

"I'm not young enough to know everything."

~J. M. Barrie

Maturity is...

"Maturity is a high price to pay for growing up."

~Tom Stoppard

The answer...

"The Answer to the Great Question Of... Life, the Universe, and Everything... [is] Forty-two."

~Douglas Adams

Once more...

"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead!
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger."

~William Shakespeare

Next to a battle...

"Next to a battle lost, the greatest misery is a battle gained."

~Duke of Wellington Arthur Wellesley

Beethoven tells you...

"Beethoven tells you what it's like to be Beethoven and Mozart tells you what it's like to be human. Bach tells you what it's like to be the universe."

~Douglas Adams

The only reward...

"The only reward of virtue is virtue; the only way to have a friend is to be one."

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

The thing I learned...

"The thing I learned from Agatha Christie is that women always use poison."

~Mum

How do you...

"How do you ask a man to be the last man to die in Vietnam? How do you ask a man to be the last man to die for a mistake?"

~John Kerry

Every time...

"Every time a child says 'I don't believe in fairies' there is a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead."

~J. M. Barrie

People disappear...

"People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic."

~Margaret Lea, The Thirteenth Tale, Diane Setterfield

Do they sense...

"Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so. For it must be very lonely being dead."

~Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale

There is something...

"There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic."

~Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale

I don't envy...

"'I don't envy him the girl– just the ease of the suicide,' he clarified in a teasing tone. 'You humans have it so easy! All you have to do is throw down one tiny vile of plant extracts....'"

~Stephenie Meyer, New Moon

Children being children...

"Children being children, however, the grotesque Hopping Pot had taken hold of their imaginations. The solution was to jettison the pro-Muggle moral but keep the warty cauldron, so by the middle of the sixteenth century a different version of the tale was in wide circulation among wizarding families. In the revised story, the Hopping Pot protects an innocent wizard from his torch-bearing, pitchfork-toting neighbours by chasing them away from the wizard's cottage, catching them and swallowing them whole."

~J. K. Rowling, The Tales of Beedle the Bard

I came here...

"I came here at Carlisle’s request, as the others, to witness. That is certainly no longer necessary, with regard to the child. We all see what she is.

"I stayed to witness something else. You. Two of you I know-- Makenna, Charles-- and I can see that many of you others are also wanderers, roamers like myself. Answering to none. Think carefully on what I tell you now.

"These ancient ones did not come here for justice as they told you. We suspected as much, and now it has been proved. They came, misled, but with a valid excuse for their action. Witness now as they seek flimsy excuses to continue their true mission. Witness them struggle to find a justification for their true purpose-- to destroy this family here.

"The Volturi come to erase what they perceive as the competition. Perhaps, like me, you look at this clan’s golden eyes and marvel. They are difficult to understand, it’s true. But the ancient ones look and see something besides their strange choice. They see power.

"I have witnessed the bonds within this family-- I say family and not coven. These strange golden-eyed ones deny their very natures. But in return have they found something worth even more, perhaps than mere gratification of desire? I’ve made a little study of them in my time here, and it seems to me that intrinsic to this intense family binding-- that which makes them possible at all-- is the peaceful character of this life of sacrifice. There is no aggression here like we all saw in the large southern clans that grew and diminished so quickly in their wild feuds. There is no thought for domination. And Aro knows this better than I do.

"Carlisle assured us all, when he told us what was coming, that he did not call us here to fight. These witnesses agreed to give evidence, to slow the Volturi advance with their presence so that Carlisle would get the chance to present his case.

"But some of us wondered if Carlisle having truth on his side would be enough to stop the so-called justice. Are the Volturi here to protect the safety of our secrecy, or to protect their own power? Did they come to destroy an illegal creation, or a way of life? Could they be satisfied when the danger turned out to be no more than a misunderstanding? Or would they push the issue without the excuse of justice?

"We have the answer to all these questions. We heard it in Aro’s lying words-- we have one with a gift of knowing such things for certain-- and we see it now in Caius’s eager smile. Their guard is just a mindless weapon, a tool in their masters’ quest for domination.

"So now there are more questions, questions that you must answer. Who rules you, nomads? Do you answer to someone’s will besides your own? Are you free to choose your path, or will the Volturi decide how you will live?

"I came to witness. I stay to fight. The Volturi care nothing for the death of the child. They seek the death of our free will.

"So come, I say! Let’s hear no more lying rationalizations. Be honest in your intents as we will be honest in ours. We will defend our freedom. You will or will not attack it. Choose now, and let these witnesses see the true issue debated here.

"You might consider joining us. If you think the Volturi will let you live to tell this tale, you are mistaken. We may all be destroyed, but they again, maybe not. Perhaps we are on more equal footing than they know. Perhaps the Volturi have finally met their match. I promise you this, though-- if we fall, so do you."

~Garrett, Breaking Dawn, Stephenie Meyer

It took everything...

Edward: It took everything I had not to jump up in the middle of that class full of children and-- When you walked past me, I could have ruined everything Carlisle has built for us, right then and there. If I hadn’t been denying my thirst for the last, well, too many years, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself. (pause) You must have thought I was possessed.
Bella: I couldn’t understand why. How you could hate me so quickly...
Edward: To me, it was like you were some kind of demon, summoned straight from my own personal hell to ruin me. The fragrance coming off your skin... I thought it would make me deranged that first day. In that one hour, I thought of a hundred different ways to lure you from the room with me, to get you alone. And I fought them each back, thinking of my family, what I could do to them. I had to run out, to get away before I could speak the words that would make you follow.... (pause) You would have come.
Bella: Without a doubt.
Edward: And then, as I tried to rearrange my schedule in a pointless attempt to avoid you, you were there-- in that close, warm little room, the scent was maddening. I so very nearly took you then. There was only one other frail human there-- so easily dealt with. But to resisted. I don’t know how. I forced myself not to wait for you, to follow you from the school. It was easier outside, when I couldn’t smell you anymore, to think clearly, to make the right decision. I left the others near home-- I was too ashamed to tell them how weak I was, they only knew something was very wrong-- and then I went straight to Carlisle, at the hospital, to tell him I was leaving. I traded cars with him-- he had a full tank of gas and I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t dare go home, to face Esme. She wouldn’t have let me go without a scene. She would have tried to convince me that it wasn’t necessary... By the next morning I was in Alaska. I spent two days there, with some old acquaintances... but I was homesick. I hated knowing I’d upset Esme, and the rest of them, my adopted family. In the pure air of the mountains it was hard to believe you were so irresistible. I convinced myself it was weak to run away. I’d dealt with temptation before, not of this magnitude, not even close, but I was strong. Who were you, an insignificant little girl, to chase me from the place I wanted to be? So I came back... I took precautions, hunting, feeding more than usual before seeing you again. I was sure that I was strong enough to treat you like any other human. I was arrogant about it. It was unquestionably a complication that I couldn’t simply read your thoughts to know what your reaction was to me. I wasn’t used to having to go to such circuitous measures, listening to your words in Jessica’s mind... her mind isn’t very original, and it was annoying to have to stoop to that. And then I couldn’t know if you really meant what you said. It was all extremely irritating. I wanted you to forget my behavior that first day, if possible, so I tried to talk with you like I could with any person. I was eager actually, hoping to decipher some of your thoughts. But you were to interesting, I found myself caught up in your expressions... and every now and then you would stir the air with your hand or your hair, and the scent would stun me again... Of course, then you were nearly crushed to death in front of my eyes. Later I thought of a perfectly good excuse for why I acted at that moment-- because if I hadn’t saved you, if your blood had been spilled there in front of me, I don’t think I could have stopped myself from exposing us for what we are. But I only thought of that excuse later. At the time, all I could think was, ‘Not her.’
Bella: In the hospital?
Edward: I was appalled. I couldn’t believe I had put us in danger after all, put myself in your power-- you of all people. As if I needed another motive to kill you. But it had the opposite effect. I fought with Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper when they suggested now was the time... the worst fight we’ve ever had. Carlisle sided with me, and Alice. Esme told me to do whatever I had to in order to stay. All that next day I eavesdropped on the minds of everyone you spoke to, shocked that you kept your word. I didn’t understand you at all. But I knew that I couldn’t become more involved with you. I did my very best to stay as far from you as possible. And every day the perfume of your skin, your breath, your hair... it hit me as hard as the very first day. And for all that, I’d have fared better if I had exposed us all at that first moment, than if now, here-- with no witnesses and nothing to stop me-- I were to hurt you.

~Twilight, Stephenie Meyer

Hear me out...

"Hear me out. I have some idea of what you’ve had to bear to get this far, and it won’t get easier. But there are larger issues than your fitness for knight hood, issues that involve lives and livelihoods. Attend.

"At our level, there are four kinds of warrior. Heroes, like Alanna the Lioness. Warriors who find dark places and fight in them alone. This is wonderful, but we live in the real world. There aren’t many places without any hope or light.

"We have knights- plain, everyday knights, like your brothers. They patrol their borders and protect their tenants, or they go into troubled areas at the king’s command and sort them out. They fight in battles, usually against other knights. A hero will work like an everyday knight for a time- it’s expected. And most knights must be clever enough to manage alone.

"We have soldiers. Those are warriors, including knights, who can manage so long as they’re told what to do. These are more common, thank Mithros, and you’ll find them in charge of companies in the army, under the eye of a general. Without people who can take orders, we’d be in real trouble.

"Commanders. Good ones, people with a knack for it, like, say, the queen, or Buri, or young Dom, they’re as rare as heroes. Commanders have an eye not just for what they do, but for what those around them do. Commanders size up people’s strengths and weaknesses. They know where someone will shine and where they will collapse. Other warriors will obey a true commander because they can tell that the commander knows what he- or she- is doing. You’ve shown flashes of being a commander, I’ve seen it. So has Qasim, your friend Neal, even Wyldon, though it would be like pulling teeth to get him to admit it. My job is to see if you will do more than flash, with the right training. The realm needs commanders. Tortall is big. We have too many still-untamed pockets, too cursed many hideyholes for rogues, and plenty of hungry enemies to nibble at our borders and our seafaring trade. If you have what it takes, the Crown will use you. We’re too desperate for good commanders to let one slip away, even a female one. Now, finish that and you can stop for tonight."

~Raoul of Goldenlake and Malorie's Peak

Protector of the Small: Squire, Tamora Pierce

It didn't work...

William the Bloody: It didn’t work. It didn’t work. The costume. Didn’t help. Couldn’t hide. No more mind games. No more mind. Eh! Eh! Eh! No touching! Am I flesh? Am I flesh to you? Feed on flesh. My flesh. Nothing else. Not a spark. Oh. Fine. Flesh then. Sold through. Get it hard. Service the girl. (Reaches down to unzip his pants when Buffy grabs his hands and yells “No! Stop it!” and pushes him to the ground.) Right. Girl doesn’t want to be serviced. Because there’s no spark. Hey, you ain’t a soddin’ engine?
Buffy Summers: Spike, have you completely lost your mind?
William the Bloody: Well, yes. Where have you been all night?
Buffy Summers: You thought you could just come back here and be with me?
William the Bloody: First time for everything. I tried to find it, of course. The spark. The missing... the piece that fit. That make me fit because you didn’t want... Oh, I can’t. Not with you looking. (He turns away from Buffy, then gets up, walking away from her.) I dreamed of killing you. I think they were dreams. So weak. You make me weak, thinking of you. All in myself and spilling useless buckets of salt over you... ending. Angel.. he (laugh) should have warned me. Thinking that she’ll forget it, but it’s here. In me. All the time. (laugh) Spark. I wanted to give you what you deserve. And I got it. They put the spark in me and now all it does... is burn. Heh, bit worse for wear for lack of use. It’s what you wanted, right? It’s what you wanted, right? And now everybody’s in here, talking. Everything I did. Everyone I... and him. And it. The thing beneath. Beneath you. It’s here too. Everybody. They all just tell me go... go.. to hell.
Buffy Summers: Why? Why did you...
William the Bloody: Buffy, shame on you. Why does a man do what he mustn’t for her, to be hers? To be the kind of man who would never... To be a kind of man. (He begins to walk towards a rather large wooden cross.) And she shall look on him with forgiveness, and everybody will forgive and love. And he will be loved. So everything’s okay, right? (As he lays his arms and head on the cross, like a backwards crucifix.) Can we rest now? Buffy? Can we rest?

~Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 7

I hate this...

"I hate this. I hate being here. I hate that you have to be here. I hate that there’s evil and that I was chosen to fight it. I wish a whole lot of the time that I hadn’t been. I know a lot of you wish I hadn’t been either. This isn’t about wishes. This is about choices. I believe we can beat this evil. Not when it comes. Not when it’s army is ready. Now. Tomorrow morning I’m opening the seal. I’m going down into the Hellmouth and I’m finishing this once and for all. Right now you’re asking yourselves what makes this different. What makes us more than a bunch of girls being picked off one by one? It’s true. None of you have the power that faith and I do. So here’s the part where you make a choice. What if you could have that power? Now. In every generation one slayer is born because a bunch of men who died thousands of years ago made up that rule. They were powerful men. This woman is more powerful than all of them combined. So I say we change the rule. I say my power should be our power. Tomorrow, Willow will use the essence of this scythe to change our destiny. From now on, every girl in the world who might be a slayer, will be a slayer. Every girl who could have the power, will have the power. Can’t stand up, will stand up. Slayers. Every one of us. Make your choice. Are you ready to be strong?"

~Buffy Summers, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 7

There was this...

"There was this other apocalypse this one time, and well, I took off. But this time I’m, I don’t know... Well, I guess I was kind of new to being around humans before. But now I’ve seen a lot more, gotten to know people, seen what they’re capable of, and I guess I just realize how amazingly screwed up they all are. I mean really, really screwed up in a monumental fashion. And they have no purpose that unites them, so they just drift around, blundering through life until they die. Which they... they know is coming, yet every single one of them is surprised when it happens to them. They’re incapable of thinking what they want beyond the moment. They kill each other, which is clearly insane, and yet here’s the thing. When it’s something that really matters, they fight. I mean, they’re lame morons for fighting, but they do. They never, they never quit."

~Anyanka, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 7

You're right...

"You’re right. We don’t know how to fight it. We don’t know when it will come. We can’t run, can’t hide. Can’t pretend it’s not the end, ‘cause it is. And something’s always been there to try and destroy the world. We’ve beaten them back. Well, we’re not dealing with them anymore. We’re dealing with the reason they exist. Evil. The strongest. The First. I’m beyond tired. I’m beyond scared. I’m standing on the mouth of hell, and it’s gonna swallow me whole. And it’ll choke on me. We’re not ready. They’re not ready. They think we’re gonna wait for the end to come like we always do. I’m done waiting. They want an apocalypse,? Oh we’ll give ‘em one. Anyone else who wants to run, do it now, ‘cause we just became an army. We just declared war. From now on, we won’t just face our worst fears, we will seek them out. We will find them and cut out their hearts one by one until the First shows itself for what it really is. And I’ll kill it myself. There is only one thing on this earth more powerful than evil, and that’s us."

~Buffy Summers, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 7

Of course she won't...

"(as Warren) Of course she won’t understand, sparky. I’m beyond her understanding. She’s a girl! It’s sugar and spice and everything useless unless you’re baking. I’m more than that. More than flesh. (as Glory) More than blood, I’m... you know, I honestly don’t think there’s a human word fabulous enough for me. Oh my name will be on everyone’s lips. Assuming their lips haven’t been torn off. And not just yet. That’s all right though. (as Adam) I can be patient. Everything is well within parameters. She’s exactly where I want her to be. And so are you number 17. You’re right where you belong. (as Mayor Wilkins) So what d’you think you’d get your soul back and everything would be jim dandy? A soul’s slipperier than a greased weasel. Why do you think I sold mine? Well, you probably thought you’d be your own man. And I respect that. But you (as Drusilla) never will. You’ll always be mine. You’ll always be in the dark with me, singing out little songs. You like our little songs, don’t you? You’ve always liked them. Right from the beginning. And that’s where we’re going. (as The Master) Right back to the beginning. And a bang, not the word, the true beginning. The next few months are going to be quite a ride, and I think we’re all going to learn something about ourselves in the process. You’ll learn you’re a pathetic shmuck if it hasn’t sunk in already. Look at you, trying to do what’s right. Just like her, you still don’t get it. Not about right, not about wrong. (as Buffy) It’s about power."

~The First, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 7

I was happy...

"I was happy. Wherever I was, I was happy. At peace. I knew that everyone I cared about was alright. I knew it. Time didn’t mean anything. Nothing had form, but I was still me, you know? And I was warm. And I was loved. And I was finished. Complete. I don’t understand theology, or dimensions, or any of it really. But I think I was in heaven, and now I’m not. I was torn out of there, pulled out by my friends. Everything here is hard, and bright, and violent. Everything I feel, everything I touch. This is hell. Just getting through the next moment, and the one after that, knowing what I’ve lost. They can never know. Never."

~Buffy Summers, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 6

How happy some...

"How happy some o'er other some can be
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she
But what of that? Demitrius thinks no so.
He will not know what all but he do know
And as he errs doting on Hermia's eyes
So I, admiring of his qualities
Things base and vile holding no quantity
Love can transpose into form and dignity
Love looks not with the eye, but with the mind
And therefore is winged cupid painted blind
And hath love's mind of any judgement taste
Wings and not eyes figure unheedy haste.
And therefore love is said to be a child
Because, in choice, he is so oft beguiled.
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear
So the boy love is perjured everywhere.
For err Demitrius looked on Hermia's eyne
He swore down oaths that he were only mine.
And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt
So he dissolved and showers of oaths did melt."

~Hermia, A Midsummer Night's Dream
William Shakespeare

Gravity is not...

"Gravity is not responsible for people falling in love."

~Albert Einstein

To love...

"To love at all is to be vulnerable."

~C. S. Lewis

Throughout the vast...

"Throughout the vast shadowy world of ghosts and demons there is no figure so terrible, no figure so dreaded and abhorred, yet dight with such fearful fascination, as the vampire, who is himself neither ghost nor demon, but yet who partakes the dark natures and possesses the mysterious and terrible qualities of both."

~Rev. Montague Summers

(Quote taken from Twilight by Stephenie Meyer, but the quote is not by SM.)

Tom...

"Tom, the shark's not supposed to die!"

~Mary Costello

(8th grade (Spring 2003) during the final rehearsal of a John Williams medley that contained Jaws.)

Hello, David.

Natalie: Hello, David. I mean "sir". Shit, I can't believe I've just said that. And now I've gone and said "shit" - twice. I'm so sorry, sir.
Prime Minister: It's fine, it's fine. You could've said "fuck", and then we'd have been in real trouble.
Natalie: Thank you, sir. I did have an awful premonition that I was gonna fuck up on the first day. Oh, piss-it!

~from Love Actually

Vanity and pride...

"Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinions of ourselves; vainity is what we would have others think of us."

~Mary in Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin

Lela was...

"Lela was gigglier, flirtier, and dumber than a giggly, flirty dumbstick."

~Sirius Black, Change of Heart (ff.net)

To laugh often...

"To laugh often and much, to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children, to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends, to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others, to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch... to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!"

~Ralph Waldo Emerson