Quotes

Tarantelegra!

*sigh* bapanata.

I CAST... Oppugno (every creature in the area charged at you)

"Quoth the raven, 'Nevermore'" - Edgar Allen Poe

"I will not allow school to interfere with my education" - Mark Twain

"If voting made any difference, they wouldn't let us do it" - Mark Twain

"It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt" - also Mark Twain

"Worrying is like paying a debt you don't owe" - Mark Twain again

Mark Twain = Truth Teller 

Great guy and he never lies because "If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything" and "All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence, and then success is sure"

"I'm sorry, Nick. What were you lying?"

*Poe?*

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—
This it is and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door;—
Darkness there and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”—
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the wind and nothing more!”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!"

"woppa gagnam style"

"Well, if you ever need a slightly apathetic tertiary friend, I'm here."

"It's forgetful and not very bright, but many trainers love it anyways for its kindness and sincerity."

-Pidove's pokedex entry, one of the most relatable in existence

"if war crimes are illegal, then why are they fun?"

"I wish you the best, but I'm not interested
In giving you more of my life, I've already given you too much
I don't wanna lose you
I don't wanna keep you
I know that you mean well but when I fail I don't need ya
Rubbing my face in it and treating me like I'm less than you, tell the truth
You know I'd be better without you
Been in your shoes, don't be a fool
And try to convince me that I'm the
Real issue, when you're the root to every problem

I love you but not enough to allow you to continue to drown the both of us, you're
Holding me back, you're pulling me down, you're making me hate myself, I
Don't wanna leave, but that's what I need, I ain't got a choice, I can't just
Let you deceive and make me believe that I don't deserve to be loved
I am not gonna stand aside
And watch you attempt to rob and steal and sabotage
What little faith I have left, yeah, haven't I sacrificed enough for you?
Hate seeing you cry, but I think it's time to let go and say our goodbyes
Yeah, I'm gonna miss you, but I am not gonna spend the rest of my life running..."

holy that quote goes hard, anyways

"DM roll a dex save" -friend

"WE AREN'T EVEN IN A SESSION WHAT DO YOU MEAN" -DM

Friend then throws paper at the DM

“I don't care much,
Go or stay,
I don't care very much
Either way.

Hearts grow hard
On a windy street.
Lips grow cold
With the rent to meet.
So if you kiss me,
If we touch,
Warning's fair,
I don't care
Very much.

I don't care much,
Go or stay,
I don't care very much
Either way.

Words sound false
When your coat's too thin
Feet don't waltz
When the roof caves in
So if you kiss me,
If we touch,
Warning's fair,
I don't care very much.”

"We can't fix it if we never face it,

What if we find a way to escape it?

We could be

Free, free.

We can't fix it if we never face it

Let the past be the past till it's weightless."

- Free, my favourite song.

“I believe a woman cannot be a great actress until she has had several affairs and at least one heartbreak.”

-Sally Bowles, Cabaret

“Guys, why is the sky purple?”

- Atticus in The 39 Clues Vespers Rising: Day of Doom.

"These are the words of Kaliber, she who grips the seven sidearms in her hands and walks among the six loaded chambers. When the Gun is drawn to the heart of the pacifist, and when the chambers are empty and the shells are spent, the Last of the jammed will ascend to seal The breach forever."  

- Ammonomicon entry for the gilded hydra, from enter the Gungeon.