#so long as ignorance and misery remain on earth

[printedword]

So long as civilization shall permit law and custom to impose a social condemnation that creates artificial hells on earth, complicating our divine destiny with a fatality driven by humans; so long as the three problems of the age — man degraded by poverty, woman demoralized by starvation, childhood stunted by physical and spiritual night — remain unsolved; as long as people may be suffocated, in certain regions, by society; in other words, taking a longer view, so long as ignorance and misery endure on earth, books such as this cannot but be useful.

— Victor Hugo, from Les Misérables

[songder-bot]

so long as the three problems of the century— the degradation of man by the exploitation of his labor, the ruin of woman by starvation, and the atrophy of childhood by physical and spiritual night—are not solved; [...] in other words, and from a still broader point of view, so long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, there should be a need for books such as this.

[madwomansapologist]

Hi! I was wondering if you’d be up to writing an Older!Sidney Prescott x fem reader fic where reader woke up feeling really down and sort of bad mentally and maybe Sidney helps her get out of bed and cheers her up by caring for her and being a total sweetheart?💕

when earth stopped spinning for a day | sidney prescott

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synopsis: Sometimes, when you feel like shit, nothing is going to help you feel better. But sometimes, all you need is good company. And Sidney knows damn well how being alone feels.

warnings: female!reader. hurt/comfort. established relationship. domestic fluff. saphic relationship. no ghostface.

note: as i said, i'm on a hiatus. i planned on writing this just after my birthday, but guess what? my body decided it hate me. my nose is always wet, my throat is dry, my head hurts so bad that i can't get food because when i bend over to get something on the kitchen it starte spinning. i wanna watch my fat greek wedding, but i can't stand to look at things moving. i wanna die. my body wants me dead. my mind too. good for you dear anon who already waited long enough for your request to be done. i hope you enjoy my misery.

Sometimes you just know. It's a deep feeling your bones, a deep feeling you can't ignore. It feels like abandonment. Like falling in disgrace. No one can ignore a castle crumbling, no can ignore the certain of earth turning it's back on you.

It's been like that since you opened your eyes. You looked at the empty glass of water in front of you, noticed the loneliness on your bed, heard the trees moving with the wind outside your house. And as simple as that, as simple as understanding your senses, you knew you wouldn't get out of bed.

You didn't went back to sleep, but you also didn't remain awakened. It was like you mind wandered without your permission, moving throught all the places your body couldn't reach. You just stayed that, glaring at glass, suffocated by your sheets.

You felt haunted.

Seconds later (or minutes, maybe hours, probably centuries), something changed. You didn't noticed before, but now you did. Your glass turned into a cup, and its emptiness turned into thin smoke and the aroma of passion fruit.

That you didn't feel, but you just knew: she was right behind you. Not touching, not when she can see you may not want that. Not talking, as your loud silence took all the space on your shared home. Not doing anything besides being there.

"Hi", you weak voice surprised you. Its being a long time since you last heard it. A long, needed time not hearing anything but the tree leaves.

"Hi", Sidney whispered. You could feel, she was smilling. A small, kind, worried smile. You just knew. "Have you eat anything?" Your lack of response was enough. "You know, I'm almost a masterchef myself. And I'm taking requests."

You chuckle. "No. You're not."

"Is this a challenge?" Her hands found a way into your waist. Feeling Sidney's warm body, you closed your eyes and reached for her hand. You wanted to feel next to someone. Next to her. "I can make you a foie gras, then some cassoulet and finish the day with soupe a l'oignon."

"Do you even know what those are?" You murmured.

"Maybe...?" The silence that came after it was different. It was comfortable. And yet, you didn't feel alone. You mind stayed on your body, and it relaxed a bit against Sidney's body. "Now chose," her voice was profound. Filled with honesty. "You want to talk, for me to take care of you, or to stay like that?"

"Just... stay", you asked. "Don't let me feel lonely."

"I would never do that, baby", Sidney's hand found a place in your hair. "How could I let my muse all alone? Someone must protect her."

"You're such a dork."

"No, no, your dork."

"Idiot", you rolled your eyes. Then, quietly, you added: "My idiot."

When you know, you know. And when it comes about Sidney and her love for you, you just know.

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[revolutionnaire-farouche]

I know this is a blog dedicated to Les Mis, but as Victor Hugo once said: "So long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, there should be a need for books such as this."

Yesterday here in Argentina, as every year, we kept in our memory the victims of the last argentinian dictatorship, wrongfully called "Dirty War" in english speaking countries. There was not a war, dirty nor clean, and it's just a term to minimize the fact that, with the help of the US, the dictators participated in the killing/disappearance of 30.000 people.

They tortured, raped, stole the babies and killed anyone who they consider went against them, often also taking their friends and family. Some of the victims bodies were never recovered, and the culprits refuse to reveal some of their whereabouts.

This is part of the Plan Condor perpetuated by the US, that funded coups all over Latin America, with the excuse of "get rid of the communist threat". They taught the heads of the military of different countries how to chase, torture and kill political opponents, and the US was the first country to recognize these dictators as legitimate, as well as approving a loan to them the same day which left Argentina with a huge illegitimate debt.

A country without memory of its history is condemned to repeat it.

Nunca más.

[ramoth13]

The Orcs and their Enemies:

Characterizations and Dynamics within The Rings of Power

With the introduction of "Adar" the influx of conversation regarding orcs has somehow diminished, rather than expanded. I see this as a huge fault and seek to remedy this immediately.

Orcs serve such an important role in Middle-earth because they are the vehicle by which we understand Morgoth and Sauron's greatest sin. Violence and destruction are obvious and constant, but the truly horrifying aspect of fighting them as enemies, is the knowledge you're fighting your own kind. Its a sick and twisted thing that these once beautiful people were malformed and tortured to become these husks of vile monstrosity. Getting them right is so incredibly important when it comes to Middle-earth adaptations. So I'll begin.

The first thing I noticed about the orcs, was that they were a new kind of terrifying. In Peter Jackson's films, they were scary, but more because of their numbers and their monstrous looks (practical effects are always better in my mind, and Jackson embodied that for me) rather than because of what they were. Jackson's orcs were a kind of infestation, a menace of the likes of violent pests.

These orcs are conniving, vicious, and sinister. But they are also very intelligent. They move like distorted elves and think like clever assassins. These aren't your run of the mill orcs from video games and "good-guys-always-win" trope badguys, that die immediately from a single smack. They have character. And what's more, they mirror everything the elves hate about themselves (in a culturally relevant way, the self-violent kinslaying etc.) and yet somehow remain connected with their former selves, or what they would have been if not for Morgoth's corruption.

Notice that the lesser orcs wear bones and cloth, whereas the leaders wear worn and mismatched Elven armor? And the scene where Adar ends the misery of one of the orc leaders, the orcs then remove the elven armor, obviously prized, and seem to pass it on to whatever the next leader will be. They haven't had access to forges, hiding away, they've become scavengers. Now, only relics of a bygone era, the armor that they do have have been passed down for a long time. I would bet that as the seasons go on, we will see orcs slowly assimilate other armor types into their ranks. And I also bet that the last season we will see forges and new orcish armors. Love that detail.

The second thing I noticed about the orcs made me smile. THEY BURN IN THE SUN. Peter Jackson's Lord of the Rings made mention of this, especially in relation to the Uruk-hai, but did little else with this as the series went on. But the hobbit movies completely ignored this, having full orc chasing dwarves scenes in broad daylight. In Rop however, they are leaning into the beauty of that element.

Morgoth's inverting of all that makes elves, elves, is exactly the kind of legacy that is so important to consider when watching these moments between orcs and elves. That Arondir cries over a tree was just perfection, but that the orcs knew what it meant to those Silvan Elves was amazing. We see Morgoth's inversion of nature further by the light itself. Elves live in light, starlight, moonlight, sunlight. They thrive in it. The silmarills were so coveted not because they were gems, but because they held the light of the trees now long lost (though, one could argue that the sun and the moon are descendants of that light) and yet orcs are not just repelled by such light but burned by it.

The attention to detail regarding the orcs is very cool and fascinating. And of course, if we are speaking of orcs, we must also speak of Adar.

I have said previously that it would only make sense that some elves switched sides. And we have one instance of it seen in the Silm&Hist. What makes him so fascinating is that in his own twisted way, he seems to love his "children" and in a singularly fascinating way, they seem to genuinely respect him. Morgoth and Sauron rule by fear, this is explained again and again. But Adar really does seem like a different thing altogether. He does not seem to hate the elves (at least not so far from what we've seen with Arondir, but that could be because Arondir seems very young for an Elf, much like his "Children") rather they appear to be an impediment to his goals, whatever those are (ascending to god-hood perhaps?).

I've heard mentions of Adar being Maeglin and I think you are supposed to think of Maeglin. I think that is exactly the kind of character they are portraying here, but I don't think it will be an Elf that we know. I think Adar really is a whole new character. But, we'll see.

Finally, so far, every orc we have seen slain has been an incredible achievement. It felt like a real struggle, even for Arondir. These orcs are the orcs that could invade and conquer Gondolin. These orcs could attack swathes of elvendom and cause real chaos.

We will never know what happens to orcs when they Die, but I like to imagine these orcs showing up in the halls of Mandos, reformed into the Elves they should have been, finally in a place where their acceptance isn't reliant on strength or backstabbing. And these orcs are orcs that could become that.

Also, I know this is a orcs appreciation post, but I just wanted to say that I love Bronwyn in this scene and the orc slaying scene. She made it believable to fight a monster and survive, and that's wonderful.

Savo 'lass a lalaith, mellon nín!

~ Ramoth13

[the-tiniest-demigod]

u know your twipher AU is totally awesome. Such a amazing idea for a au! So if u wanna give it I'd love to hear more lore about the AU! Like what's Equestria like under Bill Cipher's rule, weirdmageddon 2.0?

(first of all, thank you so much for being interested in my au!!)

Its important to note that Equestria was already in ruin before Bill met Twilight, Due to her misery stopping her from being a ruler. It's everypony for themselves right now, and it's about to get a lot worse.

Although Bill was defeated the first time, he is not at ALL concerned about being beaten again. Honestly, he has no reason to, he has the upper hand here. (or upper hoof lol)

Bill's first weirdmageddon was small and controllable, but now? There's no border keeping him confined, he has the whole WORLD this time. Also, none of the ponies have ever seen Bill, not even Celestia or Luna, so nopony knows how to defeat him

And even if they did, none of them know Twilight is possessed. All they know is their ruler who's been ignoring them for Celestia knows how long is destroying everything.

When it comes to his throne, I believe Bill would prioritize using unicorns for it, he knows they have power and could be a potential threat so its better to get rid of them as quickly as possible. (also you can guarantee he's remodeling the castle to look like him). Some remaining earth ponies and pegasi would be forced to work on rebuilding the portal to the nightmare realm, so Bill can get his henchmaniacs back.

[untofinality]

               𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓　 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋　 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂　𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 　 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

various lyrics pulled from konami’s  𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 series. some lyrics have been altered for better sentence structure.  there will be uncomfortable themes,  such as blaspheme and themes of a zealous religious figure,  obsession,  and so forth. feel free to alter pronouns and referenced persons,  ex.  father  changed to mother or some other person.

        ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʜɪʟʟ 3 ❝ It would be a much better sight with you with me.❞ ❝ If you hadn’t met me,  I’d be fine on my own.❞ ❝ I never felt so lonely,  then you came along.  So now,  what should I do? ❞ ❝ So now,  what should I do? ❞ ❝ You gladly gave me everything you had and more.  You craved my happiness. ❞ ❝ When you made me feel joy,  it made you smile,  but now,  I feel your stress. ❞ ❝ Love was never meant to be such a crazy affair. ❞ ❝ And has time for tears? ❞ ❝ Never thought I’d sit around and cry for your love ‘til now. ❞ ❝ They’ve come to witness the beginning,  the rebirth of paradise despoiled by mankind. ❞ ❝ Remember me,  and your true self as well,  and also that which you must become. ❞ ❝ You must become the one who will lead us to paradise with blood-stained hands. ❞ ❝ There is another reason to fill your heart with hatred. ❞ ❝ It must be this way;  one day you will understand why. ❞ ❝ You will birth a god and build an eternal paradise. ❞ ❝ The time when all will be forgive their sins,  when the paradise we have long dreamed for will arrive after the judgement and atonement.❞ ❝ The world you wanted is nearly here. ❞ ❝ I wish only for the salvation of mankind;  but for that to happen,  the world must first be remade.❞ ❝ Am I still happy?  Have I grown more pretty,  is Daddy still a good man? ❞ ❝ If you forget how to smile,  I have this to tell you,  remember it once in a while :  ten years ago,  your past self prayed for your happiness. ❞ ❝ Please don’t lose hope. ❞ ❝ Soon we will know if it’s for real what we both feel. ❞ ❝ You have to realize we weren’t put on this earth to suffer and cry,  we were made for being happy.  So,  be happy,  for me,  for you ...  please. ❞ ❝ The world is teeming with unnecessary people. ❞ ❝ It’s god’s decision that I fight. ❞ ❝ I sacrifice myself to the blood of criminals. ❞ ❝ It’s too late for me now,  this town will win. ❞ ❝ The rest of the bar laughed at him,  but only I felt my hope grow dim. ❞ ❝ They found him dead the very next day. ❞ ❝ We blamed bad luck for his fate. ❞ ❝ Someday,  all things will end. ❞ ❝ I want a cup that overflows with love,  although,  it’s not enough to fill my heart. ❞ ❝ I want a barrel full of love,  although,  I know it’s not enough to fill my heart. ❞ ❝ I want a river full of love,  but then,  I know the holes will still remain. ❞ ❝ I need an ocean full of love. ❞ ❝ I’d love to dry my tears as the pain disappears. ❞ ❝ I need a miracle and not someone’s charity. ❞ ❝ One drop of love from him and my heart’s in ecstasy. ❞ ❝ This high that is sending me is most likely ending me. ❞ ❝ You’d be amazed at how little I need from him to feel complete. ❞ ❝ Stirring within me are these feelings I can’t ignore. ❞ ❝ I need a miracle and that’s what I’m hoping for. ❞ ❝ Anybody’s love but his will never fill this space within me. ❞ ❝ Doctor,  give me what I need to free my heart from misery. ❞ ❝ I stole something precious.❞ ❝ I hold truth like a torch. ❞

       ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʜɪʟʟ 4 ❝ All these nightmares I once had as a child, it made it feel like the morning always came too late. ❞ ❝ What did my mind forget to hide? ❞ ❝ Could this be a waking nightmare? I don’t know. ❞ ❝ I’ll never know if it’s an illusion. ❞ ❝ Not again, not again, not again - this dream I can’t wake up from. ❞ ❝ What is real? ❞ ❝ It’s getting hard for me to take. ❞ ❝ What I need? I need a little somethin’ I can rely on. ❞ ❝ I’m breaking down. I need it now! ❞ ❝ Mother’s sugar always loves me. ❞ ❝ Oh the sweet sugar saves me,  it’s this room that confines me. ❞ ❝ What are they looking for? ❞ ❝ Their song is starting to make some sense,  only if you’re listening. ❞ ❝ What I heard is hard to explain. ❞ ❝ Does the scent of soil and beasts breathe life into the animalistic side you hide? ❞ ❝ It’s a great illusion. ❞ ❝ When you think you’re really alone,  do you feel the eyes of someone looking in on you? ❞ ❝ Only the scent of you remains to dance with me. ❞ ❝ Nobody showed me how to return the love you gave to me. ❞ ❝ Mom never holds me.  Dad loves a stranger more than me. ❞ ❝ I never wanted to ever bring you down. ❞ ❝ All that I need are some simple loving words. ❞ ❝ You touched my body, once.  It still burns me softly. ❞ ❝ I will never forget,  and I know it will never be again. ❞ ❝ I’m out of my head,  and I don’t know what I found. ❞ ❝ I can feel it break me down. ❞ ❝ Your tears,  they mean nothing to me. ❞ ❝ The love you never gave,  I’ll give to you. ❞ ❝ You really don’t deserve it. ❞ ❝ But now,  there’s nothing you can do. ❞ ❝ So sleep in your only memory of me, my dearest. ❞ ❝ Are you hiding away? ❞ ❝ Perhaps you’re happy without me. ❞ ❝ I would never have felt sad. ❞ ❝ You will not hear me say I’m sorry. ❞ ❝ Where is the light? ❞ ❝ Here’s a lullaby to close your eyes. ❞ ❝ It was always you that I despised. ❞ ❝ I hear your gentle voice;  your words echo inside of me. ❞ ❝ You said you long for me.  That you love me. ❞ ❝ And I want to see you, too. ❞ ❝ It feels just like I’m falling. ❞ ❝ Is there nothing I can do? ❞ ❝ I had wondered if you heard my calling. ❞ ❝ I’m here and waiting for you.  Where are you?  I can’t find you. ❞ ❝ I’ll wait forever for you. ❞ ❝ Mom’s gone to Heaven now. ❞ ❝ Does she have someone she loves more than me? ❞ ❝ I thought I could love you better. ❞ ❝ We were always together.  If we took some time apart,  I think you would finally know my heart. ❞ ❝ I fell in love with you,  and now you’re gone. ❞

ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʜɪʟʟ : ᴢᴇʀᴏ ❝ They make fun of me. ❞ ❝ Is it you again? ❞ ❝ Can this be the end,  forever? ❞ ❝ Say it again,  like you said,  does it sound like you? ❞ ❝ Where are you now? ❞ ❝ Does the young one know you’re hear? ❞ ❝ Can you hide who you are? ❞ ❝ That a look at yourself,  can you stop what will be? ❞ ❝ You think running will help? ❞ ❝ You can’t give up on the past when the past never ends. ❞ ❝ What have you done? You’re insane. ❞ ❝ Can you bring God down? ❞ ❝ Those plans that you made don’t include me. ❞ ❝ Your sacrifice wasn’t wanted,  still you try. ❞ ❝ Is it lonely where you are in there,  dad? ❞ ❝ Does the darkness know your name?  Does mom? ❞ ❝ What’s it like?  Can you feel? ❞ ❝ Dad,  do you know what you’ve done this time to me? ❞ ❝ Did you have that dream again? ❞ ❝ Release,  breathe. ❞ ❝ I can see through the fear,  nice try. ❞ ❝ Just a matter of time?  It’s another lie. ❞ ❝ It sure looks like it’s me. ❞ ❝ It’s closer to the source of my pain. ❞ ❝ I’m not myself. ❞ ❝ My God,  what have you done? ❞ ❝ And the nightmares are good,  so good. ❞ ❝ Will I ever wake up?  Am I here right now? ❞ ❝ Was the question too hard? ❞ ❝ [ Dad ] was right. ❞ ❝ [ Mommy ],  am I dead now? ❞ ❝ Tell me,  why do we ... ❞ ❝ Oh yeah,  I’ve been here before.  I can see it with eyes closed. ❞ ❝ Why won’t you let me out? ❞ ❝ Does the evil excite you? ❞ ❝ Haven’t you had enough? ❞ ❝ Does the feeling control you? ❞ ❝ Just when I think I’m okay,  shadows surround me. ❞ ❝ Let me out! ❞ ❝ No more,  I’m through. ❞ ❝ You win,  I’m dead. ❞ ❝ You’re sorry,  sorry?  No,  you’re a liar! ❞ ❝ It’s over.  There’s nothing here left alive. ❞

[emilythescribbler]

The Surgeon's Heart [One Piece - LuLaw]

Law didn’t know when he fell in love with Lucy, nor did he realise it at first, as though it took his head a few moments to catch up to his heart, which had already raced forward, ready to follow this wild woman until the ends of the earth. Why? Why did he feel so? What was it about Monkey D. Lucy which invoked such feelings of courage, joy and love, love to die for, to cross oceans for, to follow until the end? He recalled the first meeting, those years ago, when he saw how she stood up for the fish-man and mermaid she had come to know; he knew little then of her temperment, nor her passion, her drive, her strength as she had put as much as she could into the punch she landed on the Dragon who thought he was above common decency, above those who had always been seen as weak, lowly, unsightly by those who lived on land. Law felt their distain for the average person, felt his own anger rise within him from somewhere deep inside, from the same place where his own pain lay. He had hidden his admiration for the pirate then, unsure what to make his rival, somewhat bewildered by the fact she knew nothing of him nor her other contemporaries on the island then. He had told her not to get in his way then, as he fought back their enemies which had surrounded them, only to be met again with this woman’s brute strength upon the Marines which sought to take the bounties on their heads. She fought harder than any man, even without her Devil Fruit, and he came to admire how she never let anything get in her way when it came to her goals, her ambitions, her dreams.

“I’ll be King of the Pirates.”

She proclaimed, as though it were as simple and true a fact as the colour of the sky, as breathing, as living; she were a woman with the goal of adventure, to dream as big as any other, and he loved her for it. Yes, he loved her, and when he saw her failure at saving her brother, her dear friend, as she remained totally distraught, as she begun to break suddenly, her heart shattered in two, a piece buried with her lost loved one, he felt her pain as though it were his own. He saved her then, and nursed her back to health; he wasnt sure why, though he felt the cogs in his mind begin to turn as plans formed, as his own ambitions begun to take shape, rooted in old feuds and a sense of justice for a lost mentor, long since lost to the void of death, time and misery. He continued his path, and fought for his place in the world, he thought of her from time to time and wondered of her fate, as he heard nothing of her for years to come, until a chance meeting gave him the opportunity to use her own skills and talents in his plans moving ahead. He felt feelings stir, though not sure what they could be, unsure if, beneath his admiration, laid something else, when it first begun for him in the endless game, the give and take, the moving chess pieces hoping to win above all else. And when she agreed, she soon begun to call him friend. Friend? What was a friend? She smiled at him often, and he saw again how she loved her friends so. Could she love him as much? Why did it matter? He thought about it more often than he’d care to admit, and as they travelled to reach what remained of his crew, he came to know her more, seeing how her strength seemed to be her greatest obstacle, as she fought to keep the threads of her friends and family together, to not lose someone else again. Despite himself, he wished to protect her. Why was that? What did that mean? He ignored such thoughts, deeming them pointless, not worth dwelling over, for how could she ever feel the same way? What was there to love about a lowly pirate like him?

And when she fought for him to take down he who had caused so much misery for her friend, fighting side by side, using her strength to surpass this evil ruler, to show to all the men of the world that she would not bow down to them, nor would she be restricted by what she cannot control, he found himself sitting by her side, as the countdown came to an end and his love drained of her abilities by how hard she fought in her battles. He looked down at her face, just before she regained consciousness and raced ahead, and smiled. He wanted to kiss her then, and found he had to quickly regain composure as she raced back to her opponent’s inevitable defeat, to which she turned to him briefly and smiled. A smile different from the wide-eyed grins she gave her friends – it was soft, it was gentle, a quiet whisper in the dark, as though she loved him too. He blushed and turned his gaze away, and as they continued their journey, he continued to hide his feelings, for it was the only way he knew how to survive. But on their way to meet his crew, as they slept in their cabin at night, they could be found in each other’s arms. It was peaceful, and for the first time, Trafalgar Law felt he could sleep without nightmares, knowing there was someone in this world who loved him.

“What you thinking about, Torao?” He hated that nickname once, but he couldn’t recall why. He wanted to hear it for the rest of his life which, he knew, may not be very long, given their final destination. He pulled her close, they fit together like two puzzle pieces.

“Nothing, nothing at all.”

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[classiclitbracket]

Here’s some Les Mis propaganda for you:

Les Mis truly transcends time. Hugo literally wrote “so long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, there should be a need for books such as this”. Life sucks, read the Brick. What other novel has a 50 page digression on the Battle of Waterloo that has symbolic significance for the iconic June Rebellion? What other novel has a dude get buried alive so he can get out of convent and then walk back into it? What other novel talks about the Parisian Sewers in the middle of a tense moment?

It has adaptations aplenty. The beloved musical, movies, tv series, manga, anime. The fandom is brilliant and so talented.

Hugo canonically assigned his characters fursonas. That is baller.

We haven’t even talked about the man the myth the pedantic windbag Hugo himself. He wrote so many words just to evade censors. He was in the middle of exile when he published the brick. Vicky H was on an island in the English Channel and refused to learn English. He wrote a book chalk full of history, symbolism, and commentary on French history and societal ills.

Also have you seen Enjolras? His one true love in France. He doesn’t know what women are. Gay/ace icon. He literally died hand in hand with his cynical, symbolic foil who was probably in love with him.

So I ask: Permets-tu?

Les Mis propaganda #3

[twobrokegirlswithbooks]

jomp bpc: this is so important

"...so long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, there should be a need for books such as this."

-Nerdy Panda

[bobcatmoran]

A bit behind on this, but I'm going to do something a little off-the-wall with Les Mis Letters, namely, keeping track of which parts of Takahiro Arai's excellent and startlingly complete Les Mis manga adaptation (now available in an official English translation!) correspond with which chapters!

The preface (in a greatly abridged form, translated as "So long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, books like this cannot be useless" over imagery of young Jean Valjean walking down a road in Faverolles) takes the first 2 pages of the manga. The manga then follows young Valjean (in scenes we will get later on!), up until Chapter 2, which starts on page 93 of Volume 1 of the manga.

Chapter 1.1.1, "M. Myriel," roughly corresponds with pages 93-96 of the manga, as Myriel and Baptistine arrive in Digne and meets Mme Magloire, who brings them to the Bishop's Palace (soon to be vacated).

Chapter 1.1.2, "M. Myriel Becomes M. Bienvenu," corresponds with pages 97-104 and 107, where Myriel swaps the hospital for his "oversized" house, and allots his entire budget to help others, much to Magloire's dismay.

Chapter 1.1.3, today's chapter of "A Hard Bishorpric for a Good Bishop," includes this paragraph, illustrated and abridged since, as the saying goes, an image is worth 1000 words, on pages 105-106, and a bit on page 108:

One day he arrived at Senez, which is an ancient episcopal city. He was mounted on an ass. His purse, which was very dry at that moment, did not permit him any other equipage. The mayor of the town came to receive him at the gate of the town, and watched him dismount from his ass, with scandalized eyes. Some of the citizens were laughing around him. “Monsieur the Mayor,” said the Bishop, “and Messieurs Citizens, I perceive that I shock you. You think it very arrogant in a poor priest to ride an animal which was used by Jesus Christ. I have done so from necessity, I assure you, and not from vanity.”

Gosh, I love Myriel's level of sass. Like, I know the stereotype of The Classics is that they are staid and stodgy and dull, but Les Mis is surprisingly funny in places!

[virgina-woolf]

in the 3 season tv adaptation of les mis that lives in my brain, the preface goes at the end. engross them in a period piece for years and then abruptly remind them of its modern day resonance, then hit em with “so long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, there should be a need for books such as this” and bounce

[can-of-pringles]

Lucky (the Arith and Iriel gift fic) as memes/my reactions

Hope you enjoy @practically-an-x-man

Practically-an-xman while writing the fic:

He loved making them blush like that, it was one of his favorite pastimes. Human women were so easy to fluster. Human men, too, though that took a bit more nuance to get right.

“I’m Arith, love.” he replied, watching as the blush deepened on the barista’s face.

Oh, sure, it didn’t mean anything. It never did. He’d reserved his heart for someone else, centuries before any other heart in this coffee shop had even begun to beat. But she was a lot harder to fluster like this. So he still played his games once in a while. It made life more fun.

Arith when all of his apples taste too sour:

Along with Greenwich, Stratford, Wembley, and inexplicably, about half of Cleveland, Ohio. He’d always hated Cleveland.

Arith trying to explain to Iriel why being lucky is bad

“No, of course not, I prefer to just wallow in my misery. Yes, I tried miracling it away!” Arith responded sharply, then winced when he caught Iriel’s expression, “Sorry, came out too harsh. Just annoyed. Yeah, I tried, but the damn thing’s immune to miracles.”

“But don’t scare away my neighbors. They’re nice people.”

“Scare them?” Arith asked, “What do you mean, scare them? Am I scary?”

“You’re not scary, you just…” Iriel trailed off, chewing her lip, “I feel like you give people the wrong vibe. Like when you do that smile.”

“What’s wrong with my smile?” he asked, wondering if he should be offended.

“Nothing’s wrong with your smile! You have a very nice smile!” Iriel blurted, lifting her hands in surrender, “It’s just… a little… creepy. At times. Not all the time.”

“You don’t like it?” he asked, tilting his head at her.

“I didn’t say that!” Iriel replied, even faster than before, “I think you have a very charming smile, it’s just that the humans… find it a little off, and I tried to tell them that you’re really a very nice guy-”

“Nice?” Arith protested, “I’m a demon, I’m not nice.” He elected to ignore the fact that she’d called him charming. It would only send him down a rabbithole that he wasn’t quite prepared for. Let alone while standing in her apartment.

“And I’m sorry, Bambi, but however good you think the world is, it’s not that good. Not even close.”

THE PET NAME?

Arith found himself watching her more than he was the screen. It seemed like the only thing more effective in brightening his mood than the movie itself. Especially now that the sun was setting, and the light streaming in through the windows seemed to cast her in gold.

Iriel glanced over at him with a soft smile. She looked as though she wanted to say something, but in the end she remained silent. In the setting sunlight, her golden eyes looked almost like miniature halos. Truly angelic. Arith had the brief yet bitter thought that he’d never be enough to deserve her, that she’d never see him in the same light as he saw her. But he looked at the softness in her expression there, truly allowed himself to take it in, and he realized that might not be true. He’d have to wait and see. After all, he’d waited this long.

He could fluster half the women on Earth with little more than a word, and yet when it came to her, she was the one to lock him up.

Iriel and Arith /j

[anthonybialy]

The Antisocial Case Against Josh Allen

Josh Allen is the most overrated person in his sport, according to the biggest idiots amongst us.  Social media provides a chance for sharing monologues that used to remain internal.  Spewing every thought may not work out considering many should remain off the record.  Recording them is by contrast the best way to be wrong for prosperity, which is weird for sites designed for instantaneousness.  Ponder the irony while watching a football play that’s over in a few seconds and will be remembered forever.

Sliming one of the game’s singular talents is an option available to anyone with a blank field for typing.  Share anything, including patent lunacy.  Allen’s haters may as well smirk about how Earth isn’t the third planet from the Sun.  A scientifically unsound method is popular amongst contemporary troglodytes who take the opportunity to show how opposed to evidence one can be.  The unregulated free speech market allows participants to show why they should be judged by editorial discretion.

J. Jonah Jameson is more honest while explaining why Spider-Man is a menace as the superhero saves the city again than professional Allen haters.  The daftest claim possible makes a particular class of fans who count making things up as a win instead of scoring more points.

I don’t want to generalize about fanbases merely because they do.  But precedent gets reciprocated.  Contempt for Allen generally flows from deluded black holes of joy who aren’t clever enough to troll.

The specific fanbases are unsurprising.  A handful of Dolphins diehards are jealous of their franchise owner.  Insecure Chiefs backers who should dream of polishing Lombardi Trophies instead of fretting about what another conference team’s quarterback is doing show how sad people refuse to experience fun.  And some Ravens fans are convinced Lamar Jackson is unjustly underrated despite taking MVP awards from rightful owner Allen.

Concluding one of the league’s best belongs in The Rock’s football league is the millionth reason why the offseason is too long.  This is another day to look up a different column on any player’s profile page to twist out of context.  There’s no narrative Super Bowl.

Statistics are for nerds who deny themselves the blessing of watching him compete.  Fans of anyone should be thrilled someone who plays this electrically.  Allen is exactly the sort of quarterback the league wishes to find.  The job category’s qualifications are so rare to find that there aren’t 32 of them in the whole world.  That uncommon ability naturally and sadly prompts envy.  Some particularly happy humans dream of tearing down one of the most inventive.  Not everyone paints.  But some spreaders of squalor possess a sick urge to deface paintings.

I’ll avoid getting rejected by Suni Lee if I never ask her out.  Some very brave quarterbacks avoid turnovers in the same way.  People who’ve never taken risks mock those who have and failed as their adorable attempt at success.  Stakeholders in misery naturally ignore accompanying achievements.  Interceptions are a byproduct of throwing into perilous areas.  Some turnovers that are acceptable because of the potential upside.  Or, throw to the safety valve every time and hope three yards on three plays equals 10.

I regret to inform argument participants that claiming someone is unable to play competently has no affect on standings.  Perception doesn’t alter polls.  This isn’t college, where student-athletes are paid slightly less.  No NFL team wonders if they’ll be ranked highly enough to make the playoff.  Standings are indifferent that way.

The league fuels unfounded contempt.  Risibly sticking him at 12th-best was surely an attempt to provoke bickering.  The cursed list was compiled by an annoying sibling who’s saying “I’m not touching you” with a hand an inch from your face.

The sole reason the Bills are relevant deserves more cash from that cheap bastard owner.  Allen meets the Jalen Brunson standard of being woefully underpaid.  Being able to afford guacamole at Mighty Taco does not mean compensation is appropriate.  There’s precisely one true determination of what true worth is for work, namely value created.  Buffalo’s savior could get a billion dollars and would finally be receiving close to his generated revenue.  Tip him if you’re lucky enough to meet him.

The defense owes the offense’s leader a fortune.  We’re all in this together, I’m afraid.  Allen suffers the misfortune of working for Terry Pegula, which means he has to cope with nonchalance, too.  A prototypical miser only strives for victory when it comes to forcing taxpayers to pay for his buildings.  A multibillionaire didn’t have to open his change purse.  Unfortunately, that apples to a new top receiver, too.

Funding resources would help the ones he already has.  On the other hand, the rich mooch could never hand out a dollar in the first place.  Hiring every amazing wide receiver available sounds pricey.  Spending money to make money is as foreign a business concept to the owner as hockey playoffs.

Go ahead and explain why the Bills are cursed to be wed to a turnover machine of a spouse.  Outsiders explaining why your marriage sucks are surely correct in a way the blissful couple isn’t.  Buffalo fans should actually encourage underestimation.  Undercover Bills operatives couldn’t encourage overlooking Allen more than he tried.  Get your team to think Allen’s going to throw away the game to experience a surprise.

Charming Twitter warriors think they’re scoring points over the summer.  They’re not doing so during the season, either.  But the delusional irrelevance of spending time away from games concluding that Allen’s subpar at them is a truly spectacular waste of nice weather.

The unimaginative are engaging in a different type of fan fiction.  Weird Tumblr accounts dedicated new tales usually serve as forums for creative writing exercises that apply to characters invented by someone else.  But football fan fiction is a subgenre that’s truly imaginative in its way.  If those who indulge in baffling accusations want real creativity, they should watch their enemy quarterback.

[aldhar-ibn-beju]

The epic of the godlike peasant

Now listen to the song of the earthbound Shorty, the labourer of the field who suffered under the yoke of fate, the ploughman who walked in the dust day after day, surrounded by rubble, stone and weeping skies. Oh, praise be to Joe, the ox, his most faithful friend, now snatched away by the merciless hand of old age.

There was Shorty, the dust-covered farmer, bent by life. His heart as dull as the iron of the plough, his hand as rough as the field he ploughed. His wife was anaemic, emaciated and trembling, but she pulled the plough at his side, She laboured where once the ox broke the ground. Oh, how Shorty sighed, the wretched bovine, heavy with thought and yet without wisdom, he liked to compare his fate with that of faithful Joe, who, like him, had served blindly in life. 

Then he looked up, the servant of the field, at the dark firmament, at the signs of doom. The clouds were black, hovering like death itself, threatening, trembling, ready to send the floods. A flash of lightning, purple and wild, split the sky, slashed the zenith like Odin's sword. 

And Shorty, the ox-like one, stared upwards, felt the wrath of the gods in the firmament. His wife, the weak one, mumbled words, nothing but stupid chatter, hardly worth the air. But then a thought came to him, pure and simple: The lightning, the messenger of the gods, might bring blessings, power and wealth, as the ancients said and it was written in the holy book of elaborate ignorance. He was granted a wish, strong and terrible. 

He spoke without meaning to, full of rage at the moment: ‘Oh, that the woman would drop dead!’ - And behold, there she sank to the ground, lifeless, soft as a feather pillow she fell to the ground. Shorty, the stupid man, scratched his head, Death came quickly, but even wisdom stayed away. ‘Well then,’ he said, ’it seems to be true, I am a god, and anything is possible!’ 

What followed was folly born of power, for Shorty, the king of fools, began to wish. The cows became as colourful as rainbows, the chickens began to learn to talk. His pigs, oh wonder, rose gently, flew high above the land, like birds in the wind. Then he grew a beard as long as a rope, and his boots became golden bowls. Grain grew from stones, the rats began to sing, and water flowed backwards, the rivers gushed out of the mountains. 

But with every wish his misery swelled, the farmer, the labourer of the field, was lost in the chaos. ‘Oh,’ sighed Shorty, ’I've had enough. The flying of the pigs is no longer a comfort to me. What good is power to me if I remain a fool and not stupid enough to enter the absurdistani parliament that even the gods drive to despair?' And so he made his last wish: ‘Gods, I beg you, let me be mortal again, without desires, without power, just a simple man.’ 

And behold, fate was fulfilled. Shorty, the half-wit, was now back to his old self, a poor, dull farmer, but free from the burden. He stood in the field, alone with the stones, his plough without power, his wife without life. So he returned, humble and small, to the life that was meant for him, with nothing more than the earth and the plough's burden. 

© 2024 Q.A.Juyub = Aldhar Ibn Beju

[daimonclub]

Best quotes on father

Best quotes on father Best quotes on father, aphorisms, ideas, maxims and proverbs by various and famous writers, artists and authors on fathers. A hearty tribute to our dear dads. Father! - to God himself we cannot give a holier name. William Wordsworth That he delights in the misery of others no man will confess, and yet what other motive can make a father cruel? Joseph Addison When my father worked I spent little time with him. Then he got sick and so we spent several hours a day together. Then in the end he died and now we are inseparable. Carl William Brown Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you. Exodus 20:12 Do not bandy words with your father, nor treat him as a dotard, nor reproach the old man, who has cherished you, with his age. Aristophanes Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever. Author Unknown A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again. Enid Bagnold When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years. Mark Twain If the relationship of father to son could really be reduced to biology, the whole earth would blaze with the glory of fathers and sons. James Baldwin Those who have never had a father can at any rate never know the sweets of losing one. To most men the death of his father is a new lease of life. Samuel Butler Death freed my father from his evils and unfortunately imprisoned me even more in mine. Carl William Brown Those who have never had a father can at any rate never know the sweets of losing one. To most men the death of his father is a new lease of life. Samuel Butler As fathers commonly go, it is seldom a misfortune to be fatherless; and considering the general run of sons, as seldom a misfortune to be childless. Philip Dormer Stanhope Chesterfield The father who does not teach his son his duties is equally guilty with the son who neglects them. Confucius If the new American father feels bewildered and even defeated, let him take comfort from the fact that whatever he does in any fathering situation has a fifty percent chance of being right. Bill Cosby At home my father always read the newspaper, which is why perhaps I developed this habit of writing against stupidity. Carl William Brown I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom. Umberto Eco

Brown with his father Luciano in 2006 Be kind to thy father, for when thou were young, who loved thee so fondly as he? He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue, and joined in thy innocent glee. Margaret Courtney What a dreadful thing it must be to have a dull father. Mary Mapes Dodge Noble fathers have noble children. Euripides My father always observed the laws, but he never cared to look at those who did not observe them. These were the two biggest flaws of him. Carl William Brown The place of the father in the modern suburban family is a very small one, particularly if he plays golf, which he usually does. Bertrand Russell You know, fathers just have a way of putting everything together. Erika Cosby To a father growing old nothing is dearer than a daughter. Euripides I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection. Sigmund Freud To be a successful father... there's one absolute rule: when you have a kid, don't look at it for the first two years. Ernest Hemingway I bet that none of us has ever wanted to come into the world, and probably even Jesus didn't really want to, he was forced to, in fact it was his father who sent him. Carl William Brown One father is more than a hundred schoolmasters. George Herbert There are fathers who do not love their children, but there is no grandfather who does not adore his grandson. Victor Hugo Sons have always a rebellious wish to be disillusioned by that which charmed their fathers. Aldous Huxley My father didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it. Clarence Budington Kelland No love is greater than that of a father for His son. Dan Brown A man who is not a father to his children can never be a real man. Mario Puzo A father’s tears and fears are unseen, his love is unexpressed, but his care and protection remains as a pillar of strength throughout our lives. Ama H. Vanniarachchy When I was small I felt like a Superhero as my father threw me up in the air. Now after reaching this success peak I unmask – Real Superhero made me Superhero! Hasil Paudyal His father watched him across the gulf of years and pathos which always must divide a father from his son. John Marquand There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. John Gregory Brown

Best quotes on Dads A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father. Gabriel Garcia Marquez My daddy, he was somewhere between God and John Wayne. Hank Williams, Jr. My father always tells me I'm not tired of calling everyone an idiot, but I tell him it's my favorite pastime. Carl William Brown One never knows anything about one's father. A father ... is a passageway immersed in the deepest darkness, where we stumble blindly seeking a way out. Roberto Bolaño When one has not had a good father, one must create one. Friedrich Nietzsche In the minds of women, fatherhood used to be considered a part-time job. It was something men did at the end of the day between parking the car for the night and going to bed. Erma Bombeck The mania for destruction was instilled in me from an early age, my father in fact built weapons and on Santa Lucia day I always wanted guns and rifles as gifts. Carl William Brown Being a father ... I can't help feeling that, by comparison with being a mother, being a father is a rather abstract business. J. M. Coetzee I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern. Anais Nin The worst misfortune that can happen to an ordinary man is to have an extraordinary father. Austin O'Malley He who is taught to live upon little owes more to his father's wisdom than he who has a great deal left him does to his father's care. William Penn You will find that if you really try to be a father, your child will meet you halfway. Robert Brault Why are men reluctant to become fathers? They aren't through being children. Cindy Garner I have found the best way to give advice to your children is to find out what they want and then advise them to do it. Harry S. Truman My sisters and I can still recite Dad’s grilling rules: Rule No. 1: Dad is in charge. Rule No. 2: Repeat Rule No. 1. Connie Schultz He has always provided me a safe place to land and a hard place from which to launch. Chelsea Clinton Any man can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad. Anne Geddes It is not flesh and blood but the heart which makes us fathers and sons. Friedrich Schiller Men are generally more careful of the breed of their horses and dogs than of their children. William Penn We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so. Alexander Pope A father is a banker provided by nature. French Proverb A man's desire for a son is usually nothing but the wish to duplicate himself in order that such a remarkable pattern may not be lost to the world. Helen Rowland

Father Santa Claus The fundamental defect with fathers is that they want their children to be a credit to them. Bertrand Russell I was born three times; the first when my mother bore me, the second when I became Carl William Brown, the third when my father died. The only problem is that I have always been born dead. Carl William Brown It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was. Anne Sexton My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me. Jim Valvano When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry. William Shakespeare You don’t raise heroes, you raise sons. And if you treat them like sons, they’ll turn out to be heroes, even if it’s just in your own eyes. Walter M. Schirra, Sr The difference between a ‘man’ and a ‘father’ is that the former shares his genes, but latter gives his life. Craig D. Lounsbrough Any man can be a Father it takes someone special to be a Dad. Author Unknown My father is no longer here, but his spirit lives in me, and therefore he is still alive, except that I am already dead. Carl William Brown My dad, like any coach, has always stressed the fundamentals. He taught me responsibility, accountability, and the importance of hard work. Steve Young Becoming a man means doing the right thing even though it may be hard or difficult. Boys do what is easiest. A man does what is right, whether easy or not. Carew Papritz Never raise your hand to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected. Red Buttons Being a great father is like shaving. No matter how good you shaved today, you have to do it again tomorrow. Reed Markham Fatherhood is the best thing that could happen to me, and I’m just glad I can share my voice. Dwayne Wade My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, “You’re tearing up the grass.” “We’re not raising grass,” Dad would reply. “We’re raising boys.” Harmon Killebrew A father is neither and anchor to hold us back nor a sail to take us there but a guiding light whose love shows us the way. Unknown Whenever one of my children says, ‘Goodnight, Daddy,’ I always think to myself, ‘You don’t mean that. Jim Gaffigan Having children is like living in a frat house - nobody sleeps, everything’s broken, and there’s a lot of throwing up. Ray Romano It is a wise father that knows his own child. William Shakespeare The hardest part about parenting is when I have to be The Dad--aka the Fun-Sucker--as opposed to being a friend. James Patterson It is obvious that for those who believe in the miraculous gifts of Padre Pio, including that of the gift of ubiquity or leavening, speaking of logic, common sense and sterile humanity is an operation of extreme and naive stupidity. Carl William Brown My father must have had some elementary education for he could read and write and keep accounts inaccurately George Bernard Shaw An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance! Richard Brinsley Sheridan That is the thankless position of the father in the family -- the provider for all, and the enemy of all. August J. Strindberg An angry father is most cruel toward himself. Publilius Syrus What harsh judges fathers are to all young men! Terence

Happy father's day quotes Fathers do not exasperate your children; instead, bring them up in the training and instruction of the Lord. The Holy Bible Ephesians 6:4 In peace the sons bury their fathers, but in war the fathers bury their sons. Author Unknown One night a father overheard his son pray: Dear God, Make me the kind of man my Daddy is. Later that night, the Father prayed, Dear God, Make me the kind of man my son wants me to be. Author Unknown Onomatopoeic aphorism. Praise be to Padre Pio; pio, pio, pio, cheep, cheep, cheep, meow, meow, meow, cri, cri cri… Carl William Brown The affection of a father and a son are different: The father loves the person of the son, and the son loves the memory of his father. Author Unknown The best gift a father can give to his son is the gift of himself - his time. For material things mean little, if there is not someone to share them with. Author Unknown Behind every great man is a man greater, his father. Habeeb Akande Fathers and daughters have a special bond. She is always daddy’s little girl. Richard L. Ratliff Two little girls, on their way home from Sunday school, were solemnly discussing the lesson. "Do you believe there is a devil?" asked one. "No," said the other promptly. "It's like Santa Claus: it's your father." Nebelspalter (Zurich, Switzerland) A good father is one of the most unsung, unpraised, unnoticed, and yet one of the most valuable assets in our society. Billy Graham Love and fear. Everything the father of a family says must inspire one or the other. Joseph Joubert The father who would taste the essence of his fatherhood must turn back from the plane of his experience, take with him the fruits of his journey and begin again beside his child, marching step by step over the same old road. Angelo Patri The words that a father speaks to his children in the privacy of home are not heard by the world, but, as in whispering-galleries, they are clearly heard at the end and by posterity. Jean Paul Richter A father is always making his baby into a little woman. And when she is a woman he turns her back again. Enid Bagnold The amount of time we give to something indicates its importance to us. Jim George There are many famous people who thank Padre Pio for saving them from painful misfortunes; However, I have never been able to understand which saints should be thanked for sending them. Carl William Brown Dad, I know you’ve loved me as long as I’ve lived; but I’ve loved you my whole life. Unknown To her, the name of father was another name for love. Fanny Fern My Dad is my hero. Harry Connick, Jr. My dad was my best friend and greatest role model. He was an amazing dad, coach, mentor, soldier, husband and friend. Tiger Woods By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he’s wrong. Unknown When my father didn’t have my hand….he had my back. Linda Poindexter There’s no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it. George R. R. Martin Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever. Author Unknown

Father with his daughter Any man can be a father. It takes someone special to be a dad. Author Unknown I love my father as the stars - he's a bright shining example and a happy twinkling in my heart. Terri Guillemets It no longer bothers me that I may be constantly searching for father figures; by this time, I have found several and dearly enjoyed knowing them all. Alice Walker A father carries pictures where his money used to be. Author Unknown Freud thought the child tends to fall in love with the mother and be jealous of the father, this is the idea of his famous Oedipus complex. But let's assume we find ourselves in the presence of a tender homosexual! Carl William Brown My father, when he went, made my childhood a gift of a half a century. Antonio Porchia Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope. Bill Cosby Fathers should be neither seen nor heard. That is the only proper basis for family life. Oscar Wilde The American father is never seen in London. He passes his life entirely in Wall Street and communicates with his family once a month by means of a telegram in cipher. Oscar Wilde I think my mom put it best. She said, ‘Little girls soften their daddy’s hearts. Paul Walker The father who has selflessly poured himself into the life of his children may leave no other monument than that of his children. But as for a life well lived, no other monument is necessary. Craig D. Lounsbrough There should be a children’s song: ‘If you’re happy and you know it, keep it to yourself and let your dad sleep. Jim Gaffigan Even when I finished my first book, my father preferred to continue reading the newspaper, and I continued to write against stupidity. Carl William Brown I don’t care how poor a man is; if he has family, he’s rich. M*A*S*H, Colonel Potter Daddy, a Son’s first hero and daughter’s first love.  Unknown He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it. Clarence Budington Kelland Your father's not young when your small is he, he's not any age, he's more a power. Caryl Churchill My father taught me that the only way you can make good at anything is to practice, and then practice some more. Pete Rose A father is a man that has two or more souls to save or lose. Austin O'malley A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty. Author Unknown During the sole argument we had when was in high school, the subject of which I don’t even remember, I looked at her and said, ‘As long as you’re in this house, being president is my second most important job. Read the full article