Endless Roads

41/M 🔞 MDNI "The hour ends the day; the author ends his work."

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The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd By Sir Walter Raleigh

If all the world and love were young, And truth in every Shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move, To live with thee, and be thy love.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds, The Coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.

But could youth last, and love still breed, Had joys no date, nor age no need, Then these delights my mind might move To live with thee, and be thy love.

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Hannibal (Season 2, Episode 12)

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For a while it was love, then it was like love, then it was over.

— Stephen King, Nona

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"Your mind can be your best friend; it can keep you amused even when there's nothing to read, nothing to do. But it can turn on you when it's left with no input for too long. It can turn on you, which means that it turns on itself, savages itself, perhaps consumes itself in an unthinkable act of auto-cannibalism."

— Stephen King, The Jaunt

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"October is the time when men think mostly about far places and the roads which might get them there."

— Stephen King, Mrs. Todd's Shortcut

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Terror is the widening of perspective and perception.

— Stephen King, The Mist

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You know what talent is? The curse of expectation.

— Stephen King, The Mist