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[yourlines-mylines]

If you're like me, at some point you've shot for the Moon, been over the Moon, howled (maybe only me?) at the Moon, been Moonstruck, hoped for the once-in-a-Blue-Moon opportunity, watched as the Man in the Moon followed you home (and wondered how he got there), even—I hope—hung the Moon for someone you love.

Moon Magic: A Handbook of Lunar Cycles, Lore, and Mystical Energies, Aurora Kane, page 8

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I may never understand any of it, not in the way you do, but I am immersed in your exposition, and I never want to leave.

from tumblr user @eyeraniel on this post about love

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"Imagine such a happiness. Like drinking wine your whole life, instead of water. Like having Achilles to run your errands."

I did not know the name.

His voice rolled like a bard's: Achilles, prince of Phthia, swiftest of all the Greeks, best of the Achaian warriors at Troy. Beautiful, brilliant, born from the dread nereid Thetis, graceful and deadly as the sea itself. The Trojans had fallen before him like grass before the scythe, and the mighty Prince Hector himself perished at his ash-spear's end.

"You did not like him," I said.

Circe, Madeline Miller, page 210

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"Then go and tend this electric garden. Plant the droids' seeds in the soil of the machine."

- Do Zonn, SW:TOR, [HEROIC +2] The Chamber of Speech questline

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I didn't dare think of the future; the past was still happening.

The Street Lawyer, John Grisham, page 419

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His desk was covered with the battles he could win.

The Street Lawyer, John Grisham, page 410

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We drank colas on a bench in the bustling lobby of the building, saying nothing as we watched a million lawyers scurry about, chasing clients and justice.

The Street Lawyer, John Grisham, page 404

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The wisdom was in the breaking of the ice. DeOrio knew he could force then to settle the smaller claims. Once the money started flowing, it wouldn't stop until we were finished.

The Street Lawyer, John Grisham, page 402

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"... Better to send him easy to the house of souls now. ..."

Circe, Madeline Miller, page 251

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Odysseus, son of Laertes, the great traveler, prince of wiles and tricks and a thousand ways. He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.

He stepped onto his ship, and when he turned back to look for me, I was gone.

Circe, Madeline Miller, page 237

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We did the rites for him, sang his deeds of war, set his name in the record of men who lived.

Circe, Madeline Miller, page 237

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"... I saw Achilles and Patroclus, and Ajax bearing the wound he gave himself. They envied me my life, but at least their battles are done.

Circe, Madeline Miller, page 235

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"... You have done one of Heracles' labors: seen the house of death and lived. ..."

Circe, Madeline Miller, page 234

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When he was gone, would I be like Achilles, wailing over his lost lover Patroclus?

Circe, Madeline Miller, page 233

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I sang as I worked, a melody to keep his soul company while he waited to cross the great river to the underworld.

Circe, Madeline Miller, page 233

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Death's Brother is the name that poets give to sleep.

Circe, Madeline Miller, page 228