#comes

For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth....Such are the autumn people. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#something-wicked-this-way-comes #autumn

LAVINIA: I want to feel love! Love is all beautiful! I never used to know that! I was a fool! We'll be married soon... We'll make an island for ourselves on land and we'll have children and love them and teach them to love life so that they can never be possessed by hate and death! ↗

— Eugene O'Neill

#mourning-becomes-electra #beauty

Men do change, and change comes like a little wind that ruffles the curtains at dawn, and it comes like the stealthy perfume of wildflowers hidden in the grass. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#comes #curtains #dawn #grass #hidden

It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. ↗

— E. B. White

#comes #friend #good #good writer #often

I thought I was going to be killed. The casualties were so heavy, it was just a given. I learned to take each day, each mission, as it came. That's an attitude I've carried into my professional life. I take each case, each job, as it comes. ↗

— Elliot Richardson

#came #carried #case #casualties #comes

As long as karma exists, the world changes. There will always be karma to be taken care of ↗

— Nina Hagen

#comes-around #goes-around #karma #world #change

Now comes the mystery. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#mystery #now

LAVINIA: I love everything that grows simply-- up toward the sun-- everything that's straight and strong! I hate what's warped and twists and eats into itself and dies for a lifetime in shadow... ↗

— Eugene O'Neill

#mourning-becomes-electra #love

You're not like other Wasps." "Aren't I?" Aagen smiled, but it was a painful smile. "No doubt you've killed my kinsmen by the score." "A few," Salma allowed. "Well, next time you shed my kinden's blood, think on this: we are but men, no less nor more than other men, and we strive and feel joy and fail as men have always done. We live in the darkness that is the birthright of us all, that of hurt and ignorance, only sometimes... sometimes there comes the sun." He let the bowl fall from his fingers to the floor, watching it spin and settle, unbroken. ↗

— Adrian Tchaikovsky

#aagen-s-joy #birthright #darkness #grief-in-chains #here-comes-the-sun

It is in war that the State really comes into its own: swelling in power, in number, in pride, in absolute dominion over the economy and the society. ↗

— Murray Rothbard

#comes #dominion #economy #into #number