The Canterville Ghost

It was the Canterville Ghost himself! He was sitting by the window, watching the ruined gold of the yellowing trees fly through the air, and the red leaves dancing madly down the long avenue.

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Star Wars: Episode V – The Empire Strikes Back

Luke: All right, I’ll give it a try.
Yoda: No. Try not. Do, or do not. There is no try.

The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey

Saruman believes that it is only great power that can hold evil in check. But that is not what I have found. I’ve found that is the small things, everyday deeds of ordinary folk, that keeps the darkness at bay. Simple acts of kindness and love.
Why Bilbo Baggins? Perhaps it is because I’m afraid and he gives me courage.
Galdalf

Welcome to Night Vale, episode 51 - Rumbling

Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a cloud! It's a moon! Also, some stars! There are so many things in the sky!
Welcome to Night Vale.

Kushiel's Avatar

Love. Only love. And if that is not enough, Elua help us all.

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Welcome to Night Vale, episode 46 - Parade Day

They apparently learned to fly the helicopters by reading books. Specifically, they learned by reading Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities, and a collection of Shirley Jackson short stories.
Never underestimate the power of good literature.

Loving and giving

One can give without loving, but one cannot love without giving.

Puoi dare senza amare, ma non puoi amare senza dare.

Amy Carmichael

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2

Rocket: Are we really saving the galaxy, again?
Peter Quill: Yeah.
Rocket: Great! We can jack up our prices if we’re two-time galaxy savers!

Rocket: Stiamo davvero salvando la galassia, di nuovo?
Peter Quill: Sì.
Rocket: Bene! Possiamo alzare i nostri prezzi se siamo bi-salvatori della galassia!

Star Wars: Episode VIII

We are the spark that will light the fire that’ll burn the First Order down.

Noi siamo la scintilla che accenderà il fuoco che brucerà completamente il Primo Ordine.

Poe Dameron

Welcome to Night Vale, episode 27 - Faceless Old Woman

Night Vale, my sweet and only Night Vale, may you find love. May you find it wherever it's been hidden. May you find who's been hiding it and exact revenge upon them as the old song goes, love is all you need... to destroy your enemies. Finer words were never chanted.

Night Vale, mia dolce e unica Night Vale, che tu possa trovare l'amore. Che tu possa trovarlo ovunque sia stato nascosto. Che tu possa trovare chi lo ha nascosto e vendicarti di loro, come dice la vecchia canzone, l'amore è tutto ciò di cui hai bisogno... per distruggere i tuoi nemici. Parole più belle non sono mai state cantate.

My Lover Asks Me

My lover asks me:
"What is the difference between me and the sky?"
The difference, my love,
Is that when you laugh,
I forget about the sky.

Nizar Qabbani Sorgente: My Lover Asks Me by Nizar Qabbani - Famous poems, famous poets. - All Poetry

The Third Miss Symons

Henrietta was the third daughter and fifth child of Mr. and Mrs. Symons, so that enthusiasm for babies had declined in both parents by the time she arrived.

Henrietta era la terza figlia femmina e la quinta figlia in generale di Mr. e Mrs. Symons, quindi l’entusiasmo per i bambini era diminuito in entrambi i genitori nel momento in cui era arrivata.

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Welcome to Night Vale, episode 16 - The Phone Call

Your existence is not impossible. But it's also not very likely.
Welcome to Night Vale.

La tua esistenza non è impossibile. Ma non è neanche molto probabile.
Benvenuti a Night Vale.

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You know, they always say if you're trying to meet someone, you may never find them, but it's when you're not looking, that's when they find you. I've always heard this in reference to government agents, but I think it applies to dating as well.

Sapete, dicono sempre che se cerchi di incontrare qualcuno, potresti non trovarlo mai, ma è quando non stai cercando che allora ti trovano. L'ho sempre sentito in riferimento agli agenti del governo, ma penso che valga anche per gli appuntamenti.

Poem number 939

When I see not, I better see -
Through Faith - my Hazel Eye
Has periods of shutting -
But, No lid has Memory -

For often, all my sense obscured
I equally behold
As someone held a light unto
The Features so beloved -

And I arise - and in my Dream -
Do Thee distinguished Grace -
Till jealous Daylight interrupt -
And mar thy perfectness -