#quotes of scholar

[faridhosen]

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[evermoreismychild]

regulus: it’s like we finish each other’s—

james: …homework

regulus: ???

james, in tears, sliding his potions work over to reg: please

[nondelphic]

pro tip: if you don’t know how to end your story, throw in an explosion. no one will notice the plot holes if there’s fire.

[dismas-n-dismay]

“They came back wrong” maybe they came back the way they needed to be.

[romancanine]

I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died.

[j-august]

[Anthony] Coleridge had one disadvantage as an auctioneer: he was short-sighted. During the Cecil Beaton sale in 1980, he was selling lot twenty, a small table of low value. His main bidder was a lady seated in the second row. Against her, as Coleridge relates, was 'someone standing in the gloom at the very back of the tent who appeared to be raising her arm aloft… when the bidding reached 5,200 guineas and I was beginning to think it a bit strange, one of my colleagues came up behind me and whispered, "you are taking bids from a carved wooden statue at the back of the tent."'

James Stourton, Rogues and Scholars: Boom and Bust in the London Art Market, 1945-2000.

[electric-plants]

cyno: dating you has been immensely beneficial to me

alhaitham: wow such romantic phrasing. i’m swooning.

cyno: i mean it, you’re very distracting for me so i’ve been improving my focusing skills while trying to keep my mind off of you at work

alhaitham: no one else would find this romantic

cyno: i wasn’t trying to be romantic, i was expressing my sincere appreciation for your impact in improving skills vital to my job

alhaitham: regardless of your intentions, i am, unfortunately, finding this to be extremely romantic

[koroart]

Homosexual activities on this Friday morning

[hyohaehyuk]

loustatbaby: SAM REID MY DARLINGGGG 💓

loustatbaby: 10 seconds of jam ctfu together if u care btw.

loustatbaby: everyone who knows them needing to testify about how obsessed they are with eachother... we DO get it actually eric, but no keep going !!!!!

loustatbaby: jacob sitting with his feet up like this for half the panel..., he wanted to jump in my pocket soooo bad he was dropping hints

loustatbaby: more of jacob and sam yesterday <3 <3 <3

[incorrect-madness]

Kaveh: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

Alhaitham: *Pulls a 100-slide powerpoint presentation containing his answer that he prepared beforehand fully knowing that this day would come*

[my-name-is-apollo]

"Then a youth, his brows wreathed in chaste laurel, appeared in my dream to set foot in my home. No previous age of men saw anything more beautiful than he, nor was that a human work of art. His unshorn locks flowed down his slender neck and his myrrh-scented hair dripped with Syrian dew. His radiance was such as Latona’s daughter the Moon displays, and rosy was the colour on his snow-white body, as a maiden first escorted to her young husband with blushing face dyes her tender cheeks, and as when girls entwine amaranthus with white lilies and as shining apples grow red in autumn.

The hem of his cloak seemed to play about his ankles (for this was the garment on his shining body). A work of rare art, gleaming with tortoiseshell and gold, a melodious lyre hung on his left side. This he played when first he came with an ivory plectrum and gave forth auspicious songs from his tuneful lips."

– Lygdamus, Elegies (trans. Robert Maltby)

[philosophybits]

The scholar is the delegated intellect. In the right state, he is, Man Thinking. In the degenerate state, when the victim of society, he tends to become a mere thinker, or, still worse, the parrot of other men's thinking.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, The American Scholar

[paper-rips]

genuinely going insane about how "we're scholars, not soldiers" (Babel, RF Kuang) fits in with Arcane. something something Jinx and Ekko are both brilliant prodigies born in an environment that forced them to be fighters something something Jayce and Viktor, for all their involvement in the conflict, were still inventors at heart something something

[motorcycleroses]

opium wars by zoë lund (1986)

[braxix]

Nerdanel: Where did you get those scissors?

Celegorm: Uh....

Nerdanel: And why is there red hair all over you? Where are the Ambarussar?!

Amrod: *Hair chopped messily*

Amras: *Has a bald spot right on top of his head*

Nerdanel: Oh dear...

[wedarkacademia]

“I choose to love you in silence…

For in silence, I find no rejection,

I choose to love you in loneliness…

For in loneliness, no one owns you but me,

I choose to adore you from a distance…

For distance will shield me from pain,

I choose to kiss you in the wind…

For the wind is gentler than my lips,

I choose to hold you in my dreams…

For in my dreams, you have no end.”

― Rumi