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Du bist die Zukunft, großes Morgenrot Du bist die Zukunft, großes Morgenrot über den Ebenen der Ewigkeit. Du bist der Hahnschrei nach der Nacht der Zeit, der Tau, die Morgenmette und die Maid, der fremde Mann, die Mutter und der Tod. Du bist die sich verwandelnde Gestalt, die immer einsam aus dem Schicksal ragt, die… Continue reading You are the future * Rainer Maria Rilke
“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies,” said Jojen. “The man who never reads lives only one. The singers of the forest had no books. No ink, no parchment, no written language. Instead they had the trees, and the weirwoods above all. When they died, they went into the wood, into leaf and… Continue reading The song of the Weirwood * Game of Thrones
...coast of Dorne. Sand and rocks and scorpions, and no good anchorage for hundreds of leagues. You can swim there if you like, and walk to Oldtown. You will need to cross the deep desert and climb some mountains and swim the Torentine. Or else you could go to Gilly.” “You do not understand. Last… Continue reading There is no shame in loving * from Dorne with love
“Death is not the worst thing,” the kindly man replied. “It is His gift to us, an end to want and pain. On the day that we are born the Many-Faced God sends each of us a dark angel to walk through life beside us. When our sins and our sufferings grow too great to… Continue reading Arya Stark – Wise for death. * A song of ice and fire
I tell you this—Robert was never the same after he put on that crown. Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them up and they go to rust.” “And his brothers?” Jon asked. The armorer considered that a moment. “Robert was the true steel. Stannis is pure iron, black and hard and strong,… Continue reading Robert and his brothers – Game of thrones
Poorly shod and poorly clad, they march away beneath his banners, ofttimes with no better arms than a sickle or a sharpened hoe, or a maul they made themselves by lashing a stone to a stick with strips of hide. Brothers march with brothers, sons with fathers, friends with friends. They’ve heard the songs and… Continue reading The truth about War – from Game of Thrones book 4
She was that, beyond a doubt. Seeing her there upon the featherbed, smiling that wicked smile, toying with her breast . . . was there ever a woman with nipples so large or so responsive? He could hardly look at them without wanting to grab them, to suckle them until they were hard and wet… Continue reading House Martell of Dorne – I would sooner be flesh and blood than silks and jewels
