Even the service dog he stole knows he’s not doing great… - Patriot s01e03
(spoiler: he brings the dog back)
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Even the service dog he stole knows he’s not doing great… - Patriot s01e03
(spoiler: he brings the dog back)
La nuit n’est jamais complète. Il y a toujours puisque je le dis, puisque je l’affirme, Au bout du chagrin, une fenêtre ouverte, une fenêtre éclairée. Il y a toujours un rêve qui veille, désir à combler, faim à satisfaire, Un cœur généreux, une main tendue, une main ouverte, Des yeux attentifs, une vie, la vie à se partager.
Paul Eluard
Fyodor Dostoevsky, tr. by Hugh Aplin, from "Poor People," originally written in 1846
CINDERELLA 2015 — dir. Kenneth Branagh
by postcards.from.haley
“I am grateful for all those dark years, even though in retrospect they seem like a long, bitter prayer that was answered finally.”
— Marilynne Robinson, Gilead (via wordsnquotes)
Foggy winter day
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from “The Dream of a Ridiculous Man,” written in 1877
Vintage Christmas Card 1967
You are like a lantern swathed and covered, hidden away in a dark place. Yet the light shines; they could not put out the light. They could not hide you.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Tombs of Atuan
Rainer Maria Rilke, in a letter to Sidonie Nádherná, dated 1 August 1913
"Des raisons de m'effondrer, j'en avais depuis la petite enfance. Cela tenait essentiellement à mon sentiment d'être construit sur du sable, à ma conviction que rien n'avait vraiment de sens."
Marc Dugain