Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things.
Yet she stepped out all the same. Her boots tore ankle-deep holes into the smooth white surface of the snow, yet made no sound. Sansa drifted past frosted shrubs and thin dark trees, and wondered if she were still dreaming. Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover’s kisses, and melted on her cheeks.
"I give you five minutes when we get there. Anything happens in that five minutes and I’m yours. No matter what. Anything a minute on either side of that and you’re on your own. I don’t sit in while you’re running it down. I don’t carry a gun. I drive." - Drive (2011)
I’ve got this… nephew. This nephew who is, I mean, he’s an adult. But you can’t infantilize them, you can’t live their life for them. But still, I mean, there is that frustration. You know, that… God, that frustration that goes along with, you know: “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do know what is best for you, so listen.” But of course, they don’t. I mean, what do you do with someone like that?
Breaking Bad Appreciation Week Day 4: Relationships
“They’re dragons, Khaleesi. They can never be tamed. Not even by their mother.”
And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
What is the worst pain? To me, it’s always the pain that is present.