Wandering Path

steampunk thumbelina by `hakubaikou on deviantART

“To sing, to laugh, to dream,
To walk in my own way, and be alone,
Free, with an eye to see things as they are,
A voice that means manhood ~ to cock my hat
Where I choose ~ At a word, at a Yes, a No,
To fight ~ or write. To travel any road
Under the sun, under the stars, nor doubt
If fame or fortune lie beyond the bourne ~
Never to make a line I have not heard
In my own heart; yet, with all modesty
To say: My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own.
So, when I win some triumph, by some chance,
Render no share to Caesar ~ in a word,
I am too proud to be a parasite,
And if my nature wants the germ that grows
Towering to heaven like the mountain pine,
Or, like the oak, sheltering multitudes ~
I stand, not high it may be ~
But, I stand alone!”

From the ‘No Thank You’ speech in Cyrano de Bergerac by Edmund Rostand

Ever After Trailer (Good Quality) (via jgarc07)

I’m in a romantic, mystic mood today. I blame it on finishing This Sceptre’d Isle by Mercedes Lackey and Roberta Gellis before bed last night.

Danielle: I would rather hear his voice again than any sound in the world.

Henry: In all my years of study, not one tutor ever demonstrated the passion you have shown me in the last two days. You have more conviction in one memory than I have…in my entire being.