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The Winthallans 2.1 – Withdrawn

Cinlir Winthallan
31. Juli 2010 • Kommentare: 1

If there must be trouble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace.

– Thomas Paine Weiterlesen »

The Winthallans 1.10 – Shards

Cinlir Winthallan
24. Juli 2010 • Kommentare: 7

For a man to conquer himself is the first and noblest of all victories.

– Plato Weiterlesen »

“There is a beast in man that needs to be excersised, not exorcised.”

– Anton LaVey Weiterlesen »

„Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.“

– Kahlil Gibran Weiterlesen »

“I am sometimes a fox and sometimes a lion. The whole secret of government lies in knowing when to be the one or the other.”

– Napoleon Bonaparte Weiterlesen »

What’s here? the portrait of a blinking idiot,
Presenting me a schedule! I will read it.
How much unlike art thou to Portia!
How much unlike my hopes and my deservings!
„Who chooseth me shall have as much as he deserves“!
Did I deserve no more than a fool’s head?
Is that my prize? Are my deserts no better?

– William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice Weiterlesen »

„The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.“

– William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar Weiterlesen »

How should the world be luckier if this house,
Where passion and precision have been one
Time out of mind, became too ruinous
To breed the lidless eye that loves the sun?
And the sweet laughing eagle thoughts that grow
Where wings have memory of wings, and all
That comes of the best knit to the best? Although
Mean roof-trees were the sturdier for its fall,
How should their luck run high enough to reach
The gifts that govern men, and after these
To gradual Time’s last gift, a written speech
Wrought of high laughter, loveliness and ease?

– Upon a House shaken by the Land Agitation, W. B. Yeats Weiterlesen »

Though leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.

– The Coming of Wisdom with Time, W. B. Yeats Weiterlesen »

Before me floats an image, man or shade,
Shade more than man, more image than a shade;
For Hades‘ bobbin bound in mummy-cloth
May unwind the winding path;
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath
Breathless mouths may summon;
I hail the superhuman;
I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.

– Byzantium, W. B. Yeats Weiterlesen »