100 quote prompts!
Oct. 22nd, 2012 01:07 amHomemade. Table code taken from... somewhere :|
Comment with prompt number, character, and universe if relevant. New what-if universes also welcome.
Comment with prompt number, character, and universe if relevant. New what-if universes also welcome.
| 001. | in love, one and one are one | 002. | nice guys finish last, but we get to sleep in | 003. | once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right | 004. | merely this and nothing more | 005. | her nose would upward tilt |
| 006. | every loved spot which my infancy knew | 007. | smell the flowers or hear the singing birds | 008. | be patient, weary body | 009. | your forgiveness I implore | 010. | the song of angels and of seraphim |
| 011. | this maiden she lived with no other thought | 012. | life is too strong for you | 013. | but all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through | 014. | wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay | 015. | and death shall be no more |
| 016. | all the people out of work | 017. | I'll fall upon the ground | 018. | that some live to eat - Annie | 019. | the red blood reigns in the winter's pale - Lorelei/Other!Elani | 020. | and should I then presume |
| 021. | o nowhere, golden nowhere | 022. | self-appeasing, self-affrighting | 023. | I have been laughing, I have been carousing | 024. | thine the few, the poets, martyrs | 025. | any voice of mourning save the choirs |
| 026. | call'd him soft names in many a muséd rhyme | 027. | in a tumultuous privacy of storm - Säde/Julien | 028. | how ardent I seized it | 029. | but a few think him pleasant enough | 030. | when the slow dark hours begin |
| 031. | the hillside's dew-pearled | 032. | still gazing at them through the open door | 033. | which heaven does give | 034. | o whisper, I my soul | 035. | penny ice and cold meat |
| 036. | of joy illimited | 037. | that sunlight carried blessing | 038. | if ever two were one | 039. | the women come and go | 040. | their hasty orisons |
| 041. | the narrow passage and the pitiless north | 042. | in my heart a timid star | 043. | as men strive for Right | 044. | the winds of Heaven mix for ever | 045. | my heart with pleasure fills |
| 046. | the post of the foe | 047. | in some perfumes is there more delight | 048. | I am very like to swoon | 049. | precious minerals are her polished eyes | 050. | in winter fire |
| 051. | so far my king and master; so much my office | 052. | hark what thou else shalt do me | 053. | only sensible in the duller parts | 054. | he made her melancholy | 055. | the willing'st sin I ever yet committed |
| 056. | how ill agrees it | 057. | 'twas fresh in murmur | 058. | of whose taste the wise are fond | 059. | with virtuous wish would bear your living flowers | 060. | leases of short-numbr'd hours |
| 061. | but cruel are the times, when we are traitors | 062. | they do but jest, poison in jest | 063. | she does abuse our ears | 064. | relish a truth like us | 065. | strange courtesies |
| 066. | call not me slanderer | 067. | such a warped slip of wilderness | 068. | invisible disgrace | 069. | had my lips that power | 070. | be that thou hop'st to be |
| 071. | sad-ey'd justice | 072. | let my looks be then the eloquence | 073. | he was but one hour mine | 074. | be it ill or well | 075. | beauty's dead fleece |
| 076. | thy canopy is dust and stones | 077. | whose beauties proudly make them cruel | 078. | in smiling pomp | 079. | so barren of new pride | 080. | thou know'st thy estimate |
| 081. | lilies that fester | 082. | of ages yet to be | 083. | this madding fever | 084. | I am that I am | 085. | his sickle hour |
| 086. | doubting the filching age | 087. | my silence cannot boast | 088. | at a mortal war | 089. | and straight grow sad | 090. | those pretty wrongs |
| 091. | to break a twofold truth | 092. | sweet flattery | 093. | some virtuous lie | 094. | of faults conceal'd | 095. | thy love is better than high birth to me |
| 096. | too dear for my possessing - Säde/Julien - Tesla | 097. | had stol'n of both | 098. | but with divining eyes | 099. | weighs not the dust | 100. | whose million'd accidents - asylum!Annie |
the red blood reigns in the winter's pale - Lorelei/Other!Elani
Date: 2012-10-22 04:16 pm (UTC)True, Elani’s a springtime woman. And true, they met in the summer, with the golden sun and days spent just laughing together hand-in-hand, and later arm-in-arm. Lorelei loves the red-gold of autumn, but mostly because it’s the year sliding its way to winter.
New York isn’t much a winter city. The muddy slush on the sidewalk makes a poor pass for snow. But winter is when they go out in the night, separately and together. One fair and sunny, one pale and dark, both ready to torture and kill.
The slush is more beautiful, stained red.
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Date: 2012-10-22 10:44 pm (UTC)But anyway! Elani agrees about the slush.
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Date: 2012-10-23 12:14 pm (UTC)