Favorite Quotes

[baestille]

for you, anything

im sorry but im such a sucker for love c:

much love
hunt

[WeGoToTheNewWorld]

Do you know what heroes are, hero no we're pirates, i love heroes but i don't wanna be one, I want all the meat, pirates will have a banquet and eat it but heroes will share it with other people-Monkey D Luffy (One Piece)

[Richie's Gal Forever]

"Believe in love. Believe in magic. Hell. Believe in Santa Claus. Believe in others. Believe in yourself. Believe in your dreams. If you don't, who will?" ~Jon Bon Jovi

[river1999]

"Life's not about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain"

[baestille]

if you among wolves, you must act like a wolf.

[Ben Kenobi]

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship~ Casablanca

Savvy~ pirates of the Caribbean

Remember this as the day you almost caught captain...jack sparrow~ pirates of the Caribbean

IVE GOT A JAR OF DI-RT I'VE GOT A JAR OF DI-RT I'VE GOT A JAR IF DI-RT AND GUESS WHAT'S INSIDE IT?~ pirates of the caribbean

Stay gold pony boy...stay gold..~the outsiders

Am I not Turtley enough for theTurtle club?~master of disguise

[Ben Kenobi]

“After the last shovel of dirt was patted in place, I sat down and let my mind drift back through the years. I thought of the old K. C. Baking Powder can, and the first time I saw my pups in the box at the depot. I thought of the fifty dollars, the nickels and dimes, and the fishermen and blackberry patches.

I looked at his grave and, with tears in my eyes, I voiced these words: "You were worth it, old friend, and a thousand times over.”

“I buried Little Ann by the side of Old Dan. I knew that was where she wanted to be. I also buried a part of my life along with my dog.”

“I had heard the old Indian legend about the red fern. How a little Indian boy and girl were lost in a blizzard and had frozen to death. In the spring, when they were found, a beautiful red fern had grown up between their two bodies. The story went on to say that only an angel could plant the seeds of a red fern, and that they never died; where one grew, that spot was sacred.”

“What I saw was more than I could stand. The noise I heard had been made by Little Ann. All her life she had slept by Old Dan's side. And although he was dead, she had left the doghouse, had come back to the porch, and snuggled up by his side.”

“I'm sure the red fern has grown and has completely covered the two little mounds. I know it is still there, hiding its secret beneath those long, red leaves, but it wouldn't be hidden from me for part of my life is buried there, too.

Yes, I know it is still there, for in my heart I believe the legend of the sacred red fern.”

“Old Dan must have known he was dying. Just before he drew his last breath, he opened his eyes and looked at me. Then with one last sigh, and a feeble thump of his tail, his friendly gray eyes closed forever.”

“It's strange indeed how memories can lie dormant in a man's mind for so many years. Yet those memories can be awakened and brought forth fresh and new, just by something you've seen, or something you've heard, or the sight of an old familiar face.”

“Men," said Mr. Kyle, "people have been trying to understand dogs ever since the beginning of time. One never knows what they'll do. You can read every day where a dog saved the life of a drowning child, or lay down his life for his master. Some people call this loyalty. I don't. I may be wrong, but I call it love - the deepest kind of love."

After these words were spoken, a thoughtful silence settled over the men. The mood was broken by the deep growling voice I had heard back in the washout.

"It's a shame that people all over the world can't have that kind of love in their hearts," he said. "There would be no wars, slaughter, or murder; no greed or selfishness. It would be the kind of world that God wants us to have - a wonderful World."

“With a heavy heart, I turned and walked away. I knew that as long as I lived I'd never forget the two little graves and the sacred red fern.”

“I found her lying on her stomach, her hind legs stretched out straight, and her front feet folded back under her chest. She had laid her head on his grave. I saw the trail where she had dragged herself through the leaves. The way she lay there, I thought she was alive. I called her name. She made no movement. With the last ounce of strength in her body, she had dragged herself to the grave of Old Dan.”

“Some time in the night I got up, tiptoed to my window, and looked out at my doghouse. It looked so lonely and empty sitting there in the moonlight. I could see that the door was slightly ajar. I thought of the many times I had lain in my bed and listened to the squeaking of the door as my dogs went in and out. I didn't know I was crying until I felt the tears roll down my cheek."

“There is a little good in all evil."
“I'd like to take a walk far back in the flinty hills and search for a souvenir, an old double-bitted ax stuck deep in the side of a white oak tree. I know the handle has long since rotted away with time. Perhaps the rusty frame of a coal-oil lantern still hangs there on the blade.”

~where the red fern grows Wilson Rawls

[baestille]

you only need a spark to ignite the flame~

[Thylacina]

‘A hurry of hooves in a village street
A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark
And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark
Struck out from a steed flying fearless and fleet:
That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light,
The fate of a nation was riding that night.’

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
‘Paul Revere’s Ride’

[lucifer morningstar]

Frank: People get shot all the time.
Sarah: No they don't! They get...paper cuts!
Marvin: I mostly get shot.

Marvin: I remember the Secret Service being tougher.
Victoria: So do I.
-Red