#joan

Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point. ↗

— Melissa de la Cruz

#melissa-de-la-cruz #witches-of-east-end #death

Death continues to stalk the streets, stealing the souls of our children as they sleep. We're running out of fingers to close their eyes, voices to bless their souls, hands to dig their graves. Poisonous fumes from their unburied bodies contaminate the alleys, and the ghosts of those who have been buried rise nightly. Their tiny forms dance above their tombstones, an agonising reminder that we've failed them. ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #death

To me it seems that too many young women of this time share the same creed. 'Live, laugh, love, be nothing but happy, experience everything, et cetera et cetera.' How monotonous, how useless this becomes. What about the honors of Joan of Arc, Beauvoir, Stowe, Xena, Princess Leia, or women that would truly fight for something other than just their own emotions? ↗

— Criss Jami

#beauvoir #emotion #et-cetera #etc #etcetera

A scientist must be a traveller, an explorer. Knowledge comes from experience. ... The path to enlightenment is never linear. ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #experience

We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the "ideas" with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience. ↗

— Joan Didion "The White Album"

#john-dunn #the-white-album #experience

She believed in me. Where I had doubt and fear, she had faith. ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #faith

No need for apologies. ... it's good to question things, but you must have faith too. ↗

— Joanne Owen

#the-alchemist-and-the-angel #faith

I saw myself as Joan of Arc. ↗

— Maureen O'Hara

#i #joan #myself #saw

You went back in time,” he repeated, “and you expect his cell phone to work?” “Well, no, I just, I mean, I came back and he hasn’t! Shouldn’t he have?” Morrison, very steadily, said, “Were you together?” “No! I just said he went to fight the Morrigan!” “I see.” There was a pause. “The man is seventy-four years old, Joanie. He can take care of himself. If you were,” a great and patient pause filled the line before he went on, “time traveling. If you were time traveling and got separated, then I can’t think of any reason he would necessarily come back to the present at the same time you did.” “Except I was the focal point, it was my fault, it --!” “Joanne. Siobhan. Siobhan Grainne MacNamarra Walkingstick.” I didn’t think anybody had ever said my name like that before. I gulped down a hysterical sob and whispered, “Yeah?” Morrison, with gentle emphasis, said, “I love you. Now pull yourself together and go find the bad guy,” and hung up. ↗

— C.E. Murphy

#morrison #love

Joan commented, upon sentence, "My body is your property, but my love is not. My love is my own, and I shall love you fiercely while you kill me. ↗

— Cordwainer Smith

#love #underpeople #love