#cecil

Taste of metal on my tongue. Poison the color of envy- I'm delirious, you're delicious, I'm deluded and delusional. I'm lost without you. I need you. ↗

— Cecily von Ziegesar

#dan-humphrey #gossip-girl #gossip

Hiding here, are you? That’s awkward.” “Why?” “Because I had intended to hide here myself.” “You may hide here with me, if you wish. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#gabriel-lightwood #otp #will-herondale

–¿No te importa siquiera a dónde voy? –dijo él. –¿Qué si estoy yendo al Infierno? –Siempre quise ver el Infierno, –dijo Cecily con calma. –¿No lo quiere todo el mundo? –La mayoría de nosotros pasamos el tiempo luchando para mantenernos al margen de él ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#spanish #will-herondale #spanish

—Jem es la mejor parte de mí. —Entonces, ¿qué soy yo? —Eres mi debilidad. —Y Tessa es tu corazón. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#cecily-herondale #clockwork-princess #james-carstairs #tessa-gray #william-herondale

And when I met Cecil Taylor it was a complete transformation of musical identities. All the tenets that I had grown up with were thrown out the window. ↗

— Archie Shepp

#complete #grown #had #i #identities

Her betrothed is a lout, her father is a boor; and now her brother is trailing around looking like a thunderstorm about to burst. Men are not sensible creatures.' 'Thank you,' said Robin. ↗

— Robin McKinley

#marian #men #robin #will #men

Wishing to prove oneself right is the usual motive for scholarship. ↗

— Robert Anton Wilson

#motivational

I worked with Cecil B DeMille quite a few times. ↗

— Richard Farnsworth

#demille #few #i #quite #times

I think I came across Cecil Taylor a bit later, in 65 or 66. That really impressed me - Cecil Taylor is an amazing character... Both his music and the way he approaches the instrument are astonishing. ↗

— Luc Ferrari

#amazing #approaches #astonishing #bit #both

Motivo Eu canto porque o instante existe e a minha vida está completa. Não sou alegre nem sou triste: sou poeta. Irmão das coisas fugidias, não sinto gozo nem tormento. Atravesso noites e dias no vento. Se desmorono ou se edifico, se permaneço ou me desfaço, — não sei, não sei. Não sei se fico ou passo. Sei que canto. E a canção é tudo. Tem sangue eterno a asa ritmada. E um dia sei que estarei mudo: — mais nada.” — Cecília Meireles ↗

— Cecília Meireles

#poems #songs-cecilia-meireles #motivational