QUOTES THAT MAKE ME GO INSANE

quotes that i know and love, be it from fanfics, songs, poems, books or movies.

• I am so busy. I am practising

my new hobby of watching me

become someone else. There is

so much violence in reconstruction.

• Thank you for that. And

For the ineffable sense

Of continuance. You were. You are

The brightest thing in the shop window

And the most beautiful seldom I ever saw.

• I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

• When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

• Everything's growing in our garden

You don't have to know that it's haunted

The doctor put her hands over my liver

She told me my resentment's getting smaller

• When I rode the subway afterwards

I looked closely maybe longingly

at the people around me

and thought, one second separates us

from breathing in

each other’s skin.

• all my grief says the same thing:

this isn't how it's supposed to be.

this isn't how it's supposed to be.

and the world laughs.

holds my hope by the throat.

says:

but this is how it is.

• I am every answer—

a mathematics of anxiety.

• I know what it’s like to be appetite of your own appetite,

citizen of what savages you,

to dare bloom pleasure from your wounds—

and to bleed out from that bouquet.

• Here I am, at your thighs—lilac-lit pools of ablution.

Take my body and make of it—

a Nation, a confession.

Through you even I can be clean.

• "We cannot accept," Malfoy says, "what we do not choose."
• In Incepto Finis Est [In The Beginning is The End].
• "I'm trying to find you."

"That's strange," Draco says, "because I'm looking for you." This is important, somehow. Like a fading voice, like a closing door, like the lights of a train fading into the distance. "Like a circle," Harry murmurs. Draco looks at him again. "Now you're getting it, Potter," he says.

• What's the point in that? Sitting in a box, going only where someone else takes you?
• We're like a wishing well and a bolt of electricity

But we can still support each other

All we gotta do is avoid each other

Nothing wrong when a song ends in a minor key

• Zenitsu makes a noise and rolls over in his sleep. Unprompted, Inosuke smiles fondly at him, then realizes what he's done and throws himself into the lake as penance.
• "I'll make you shine on my dead body and nothing else. I want you to rot with me."
• Draco looks like St. Therese, the ecstasy so real, so encompassing that he's struck limp with it, overcome with the mercy of Harry's touch. The love looks so real, Harry made real words like sacred and pleasure.
• "A bit interesting, isn't it?" Draco says, "Me trying to weave my way through the disgusting reality of my heritage and you trying to cook your way to the joy in yours, both of those things kept from us."
• He looks tired but lovely, relaxed in a way Draco is sure he'll never achieve and thus makes him all the more alluring for possessing what Draco lacks.
• Sem pressa, você chega e fica

Eu finco afeto nesse peito

Três dias sendo leito

Mamando no peito desse calor que é bom

Sei que eu tenho o dom de dar mergulho com o olhar

Pega e dirige pra casa no dia também

Que o nosso carinho não dói em ninguém

Sou tua amiga, amante, serpente, meu doce bem

• Meu bem querer, meu encanto

Tô sofrendo tanto, amor

E o que é o sofrer

Para mim que estou

Jurado pra morrer de amor?

• They'll never know how I'd stared at the dark in that room

With no thoughts

Like a blood-sniffing shark

• And you'd say you love me and look in my eyes

But I know through mine you were

Looking in yours

• Maybe they went to sleep with ghosts and woke up with guilt and spent a little too long, eyes closed, head submerged, in the bath.
• Simone Weil was surely right when she asked, “Isn't it the greatest possible disaster, when you are wrestling with God, not to be beaten?”
• Harry takes Draco's hand. "I don't know. I liked the way you cared for me. You showed up and you just wanted what I have to offer. I don't have to be anything else for you."
• In all the time Harry had known him — and it felt like sometimes he’d been so obsessed with him that Malfoy had crawled under his skin and taken residence in his brain —
• Words hung above, but never would form

Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn

Remember me, love, when I'm reborn

As a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

• But what happens to heroes when wars are over? When prophesies are satisfied and evil is defeated. Heroes are supposed to live happily ever after, Harry thinks. But he doesn’t know what that looks like. How that happens.There aren’t stories about that part. He wishes there were because he’s eighteen and living in an empty house with a second inheritance and a job offer and thousands of owl-post letters thanking him and asking him for interviews and—he feels simultaneously ancient and infantile.
• Meu bem, mas quando a vida nos violentar

Pediremos ao bom Deus que nos ajude

Falaremos para a vida

Vida, pisa devagar, meu coração, cuidado, é frágil

Meu coração é como vidro, como um beijo de novela

• Draco learns quickly that Italian sunshine is from a different star altogether. He learns that Bernini's Ecstasy of St Therese exists in a small church on a busy street corner, that it's silent inside, no murmur of tourists or a recorded and ineffective Silencio blaring from a loudspeaker. He learns that he can rush home to his little dormitory in the American Academy, picture her upturned face overcome with divine pleasure, her limp hands, her slender feet, and come all over his own hand, panting and flushed with love for art and a saint he'd have never otherwise known.
• Not gay as in happy

But queer as in fuck you

• He is built of the ugliest, most primal parts of humanity, the parts with teeth, the parts that shudder and reach and hold onto the things they desire with hooked claws, refusing to let go even when both he and his prey are drowning in blood. His want is a feral, almost rabid thing, and Atsumu has refused to tame it. It’s brought him this far. It’s brought him to the top of the nation. In time, it will bring him to the top of the world.
• Meu bem, vem viver comigo, vem correr perigo, vem morrer comigo
• I don't want to be equal

'Cause I know I'm fuckin' better than you

Your moderation is lethal

Get out of my way, let me do what I need to

• This is how the world ends

With you getting banged by a leathered-up trans man on the viewscreen

On Earth you had your macho, your booze, and your pick-up lines

But now it’s the future, and in the new world

You can only get girls if you suck a lotta dick

• Cruisin’ on the trans starship feminist BDSM paradise
• Harry blushed, suddenly feeling awkward, like his limbs were all too long and his heart was too big for his ribcage.
• Harry didn’t want it to be love, but he wasn’t sure what else to call it: devotion maybe, and whatever name he gave it, he felt it might swallow him whole.
• I begin cheerful but sometimes turn solemn when confronted with my own mythology (wolf in a cape, cat scratch on a cupboard door, mouse tail in the hand of a bland farmer’s wife, a drop of blood on her shoe).
• Mais e mais fundo

Se quiseres ancorar em mim

Para nasceres de mim

Uma, duas, três vezes

Mais uma vez, tantas vezes, tantas vezes

Porque no dia que eu nascer e tornar a nascer

O mundo dirá que nasci para ti

• (To be loved means to be consumed. To love means to radiate with inexhaustible light. To be loved is to pass away, to love is to endure.)
• Draco thinks he's going insane, his mind rotted and aching from always thinking, his heart rotted and aching from always feeling, his lungs aching and stiff and drowning in water from always crying.
• “Another memory for this place,” he says. “Two more ghosts. Of me and you.”
• Coming home is easy. But Harry has never come home. Always, always, going away.
• I tried my hardest, for how do you learn

God's very simple and love doesn't burn

And maybe you'd offered me all that I yearned for

But I was still waiting for something to earn

• You live inside me, the same way I live inside you. A moebius strip, a snake always swallowing its own tail. Mutually assured destruction, maybe, or mutual deification. Mutual consumption.

I will be the house that holds every part of you.

• In the leaking sieve of our bodies

We carry the blood of our love.

• What is older than desire? the bare tree asked.

Sorrow, said the sky. Sorrow is a river older than desire.

• girls will say some shit like "need pussy from a box full of knives" and then you meet them in person and they're 3 feet tall and made out of wobbling fruit punch flavored jello
• And I think that’s what a father is — a blade that never stops cutting.
• I should’ve known faith is like a father. Here. Not here.
• What do you do when God puts his hands on the table,

fingers flay, bull and lamb belly up, pink-red palms

asking for forgiveness?

What happens to forgiveness when God is your father

and you discover he’s just a man with two hands—

can a bull and a lamb be still on the tines of a fork?

• The way the younger male moves under, the way his voice breaks upon the sounds of his name, on pleading that is asking for things that he’s sure Vanitas doesn’t recognize or would ever think about doing, gives rise to another feeling within the vampire’s chest. It’s sticky, cloying, and fills the spaces not occupied by anything. 

He could drown in it in the way it fills his lungs.

He wants Vanitas’ attention on him.

• So many irrational feelings are leaking into Noé’s chest with no visible sign of where the leak comes from. He’s unable to fix it, unable to stop him from being filled with it.
• Leonard’s heart shatters on the ground. He almost hears it break into the million tiny pieces he will cut his fingers on as he tries to reassemble it. He will turn bloody hands to finger paintings to paint a picture of Sheldon he will always admire and never obtain.
• and it’s easy, he thinks, easy to live a lie, but maybe it’s not necessary, and maybe it’s not as fun, and maybe words are for speaking and mouths are for kissing and lives are to be lived.
• But try measure loss

Measure the silence of a house

The unheard footsteps at the doorway

The unemployment of the mouth

The waking up, having forgotten

And remembering again the full extent of what forever is

• I want to convince you to design a smile just for me.
• He squirms his now-free arm around Raj’s waist and loses himself in the kiss, feeling the heat coming off Raj like a little sun trapped in the body of a man.
• Adele teaches Beverly how to stretch a dollar. Breading, salt and butter make even the paltriest meal delicious. A few scraps of meat season a whole pot full of collard greens. Breading and spices make one chicken and a handful of vegetables enough to feed a large family. Beverly wonders if Jesus had fried up the loaves and fishes and convinced the multitudes they were getting enough to eat.
• Miles thinks of all the friends he thought he had made, of all the people he was ready to throw his dreams away for, just for a chance to meet them just one more time. Feels the knowledge that they could have visited him at any time fester inside him, eat away at the lining of his stomach and the walls of his heart, an inkstain spreading through his veins and dyeing him in the familiar shades of despair.
• Base and animalistic, the unadorned attempt at reassurance nonetheless loosens the noose tied around Miles’ neck, the tightness at the base of his throat that thrums like a second heart.
• Miguel had unearthed whatever kindness still clung to his bones out of its shallow grave and offered it in the only way he still could : drenched in blood.
• A man who fears nothing more than his own weakness, Atlas holding up the weight of the sky, filled with such pain it grew teeth and called itself rage.
• Fated to fight, fated to kill.

But — what happens if they just… stop? If their role becomes so constricting they must shed it or die stillborn in its cocoon?