Aos Best Quotes

fazia-mos coisas muito simples, como atirar estrelas-do.mar ao mar ou partilhar um hambúrguer, e já nessa altura eu sabia que era uma afortunada. Eras o primeiro tipo que não estava sempre a tentar impressionar-me. Aceitaras-te como eras, mas, mais do que isso, aceitavas-me por aquilo que eu era. O que importava era só nós os dois.

T'ao Tsung-yi, a writer during the Yuan Dynasty (1271-1368), wrote that "children's meat was the best food of all in taste" followed by women and then men.

As consumers of culture, we are lulled into passivity or, at best, prodded toward a state of pseudo-semi-self-awareness, encouraged toward either the defensive group identity of fanhood or a shallow, half-ironic eclecticism. Meanwhile, as citizens of the political commonwealth, we are conscripted into a polarized climate of ideological belligerence in which bluster too often substitutes for argument. There is no room for doubt and little time

Cassidy and I wouldn’t be friends if we met today. She’s blunt, even when she shouldn’t be. She’s cynical to the point of perpetual gloom. Her interest in culture begins and ends with fashion magazines—hence the gloom. She’s still the best friend I’ve ever had. We’re there for each other in a way no one else is. That’s what counts, not the music she listens to or the books she doesn’t read.

As consumers of culture, we are lulled into passivity or, at best, prodded toward a state of pseudo-semi-self-awareness, encouraged toward either the defensive group identity of fanhood or a shallow, half-ironic eclecticism. Meanwhile, as citizens of the political commonwealth, we are conscripted into a polarized climate of ideological belligerence in which bluster too often substitutes for argument. There

Anna’s fingers ached, tired from gripping her daggers. Her weapons seemed a feeble force against the Aos Sí. Inhumanely graceful, they’d likely skewer her before she could blink. The Reivers were strewn in bloody piles before them, making Anna grateful for the darkness. It had been a while since she’d seen so many bodies freshly killed. The Reivers had fought their best, but had not taken down one of the Aos Sí. Not a single one. Gazing at the approaching warriors, shimmering softly with magic only seen by her, she gulped.

We did our best…we gave it…our best try…and it was…really beautiful.

There is a good reason why you cannot imagine one of the Pilgrim Fathers kicking back at Six Flags, or Daniel Boone going down a water slide. It is not that their lives were busier than ours, or that they were more serious people. We are all busy in our own ways, whether we are hunting down dinner in a forest or laboring through the crowds at our local market. The difference is in our attitudes towards leisure time. Today reading a novel or going to see a play is just a way to pass the time, and a fairly admirable one at that, given the alternatives of video games and reality television. Two hundred years ao, however, a decent man or woman would not have wasted God-given time with people and events that had never taken place, and in a manner designed to artfully stimulate the emotions. The theater is “wholly useless,” a minister told his flock in 1825. “Can it teach the mechanic industry, or the merchant more economy and skill?” Surely not, he declared. Even at its very best, the theater is “mere recreation.

Sometimes, when you had the Quaffle in hand but the goalposts straight ahead were blocked by Beaters and Bludgers and Keepers, then the best thing to do was to come at it from a different angle.