emotions scrapbook

In a way, he still looked like himself, except, of course, that he had been broken. Pain was anticipation. Soon the Count would come again. Against any wishes he had left, he went on crying.

You and me, we don't believe in happy endings.

I hold my pillow to my head, and spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread: I think I love you.

What difference does it make? An offer comes, you take! For the sun will rise and the moon will set, and you learn how to settle for what you get. It'll all go on if we're here or not. So, who cares? So what?

Ask me anything. Six thistle shirts. Keep a vow of silence. I’ll do it. But I’m earthbound always in my admiration. My six brothers, graceful, strong. Except for you, little one-winged, finding it as difficult as me to keep the good name clean.

Well hello, Ms. Fancy Pants! Please forgive my lack of ladder discrimination.

Say, honey, did you belong to me? Tell me honey, did I pass your test?

No broken bones, slight loss of dignity – no change there, then.

No matter how aware he was that he shouldn't tweak his apprentice simply for being a luckier man than he'd ever been, the coils of envy that squirmed around in his gut only got worse the more he tried to refrain from bringing it up.

Whichever voice you learn to speak, you will meet somebody who does not like you because of it, they will be wary or annoyed or you will remind them of something or someone else.

I will sail to the far shore, and I will chop a hole in the hull too big to repair, and I will turn the soil with my hands, and I will make my home there. My garden will grow so high that I will be completely hidden.

Snake and I have shared more than a few beers together while laughing at our names on the tops of the FBI website’s wanted lists for crimes we certainly didn’t remember having anything to do with.

I do not know when I will see you again. Someday, perhaps, the world will indeed be quiet once more, but until the fires have been extinguished we must go our separate ways and risk our separate lives.

Rictor had shared his language and his hip-hop music. Advice on how to read clocks and perceive time as something other than moments between matches. He taught him how to make jokes and spicy food. How to laugh. How to cry.

To stray is human. To saunter is Parisian.

We do not want them to have less. But it is only natural that we should think we have not enough. We drive on, we drive on. When we speak to each other, our voices are a little gruff.

I will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the sound of their own arguing voices, and as the pen loves to write down the words these voices utter in a notebook for safekeeping.

His hand was rubbing up and down his back in a soothing motion that he never imagined would come naturally to him.

As you may also know, I have a clothing shop nearby, so if you should require any apparel or simply wish, as I do, for a bit of enjoyable company now and then, I’m at your disposal, Doctor.

When my wife and I go shopping and get separated we will find each other again and she always smiles when she sees me. I’ve never told her this for fear she will become aware of it and stop. 28 years and she still smiles when she sees me.

The problem is, this confrontation is communication for him. He struggles with subtlety and with sincere expression.

Right, Big Puppy?
Those stupid names you used to call me are better!
You really think so? Tell me! Which one did you like best? Kuro-tan? Kuro-rin? Kuro-pipi?
I HATE THEM ALL!

PYLADES
I raced through the town as soon as I heard of the citizen assembly.
I saw it too.
They mean to kill you and your sister.
What’s going on? How are you faring – dearest, sweetest, best of friends – you know you are all these to me.

She knows it's not her place to look out for Ianto, but she wants to say something to Jack. ‘Don't play around with him,’ maybe, or ‘Be careful, please.’ She remembers his eyes red and wet from tears wasted on a man who really doesn't deserve them.

Billie, you're a genius, enough to be a fool. A fool to gamble everything, and never know the rules…

Oak bark, spider silk, ground moss, saltweed – grip close, bind tight, hold fast, close up, bar the door, lock the gate, stiffen the blood-wall, dry the gore-flood.

We see the past through our own eyes, and speak of it with our own words. Thus do we come to understand it, in our own way. But this is not the same as remembering.

“But you came after me anyway.”
“Yes,” he says simply. Like it's the most natural thing in the world.

I wanted to find out who I am, what I had lost – and yet the more I find out, the more confusing and horrible it all gets. Why did I have to be curious?! But why am I afraid of my past? Probably ‘cause my past is rotten. And I deserve the vengeance of demons.

They say that the best revenge is living well, but you don’t always have control over that. That’s why so many of us choose the path of destruction. You don’t have to be living well to choose the path of destruction. All you have to do is have an urge to fuck shit up.