Noctis Quotes

Noctis… this is a little embarrassing, but…your male anatomy is bothering me.

O, lente, lente currite noctis equi!

FAUSTUS. Ah, Faustus, Now hast thou but one bare hour to live, And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again, and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente,172 lente currite, noctis equi! The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damn'd. O, I'll leap up to my God!—Who pulls me down?— See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament! One drop would save my soul, half a drop: ah, my Christ!— Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ! Yet will I call on him: O, spare me, Lucifer!— Where is it now? 'tis gone: and see, where God Stretcheth out his arm, and bends his ireful brows! Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on me, And hide me from the heavy wrath of God! No, no! Then will I headlong run into the earth: Earth, gape! O, no, it will not harbour me! You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist. Into the entrails of yon labouring cloud[s], That, when you173 vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, So that my soul may but ascend to heaven! [The clock strikes the half-hour.] Ah, half the hour is past! 'twill all be past anon O God, If thou wilt not have mercy on my soul, Yet for Christ's sake, whose blood hath ransom'd me, Impose some end to my incessant pain; Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years, A hundred thousand, and at last be sav'd! O, no end is limited to damned souls! Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Or why is this immortal that thou hast? Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true, This soul should fly from me, and I be chang'd Unto some brutish beast!174 all beasts are happy, For, when they die, Their souls are soon dissolv'd in elements; But mine must live still to be plagu'd in hell. Curs'd be the parents that engender'd me! No, Faustus, curse thyself, curse Lucifer That hath depriv'd thee of the joys of heaven. [The clock strikes twelve.] O, it strikes, it strikes! Now, body, turn to air, Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell! [Thunder and lightning.] O soul, be chang'd into little water-drops, And fall into the ocean, ne'er be found! Enter DEVILS. My God, my god, look not so fierce on me! Adders and serpents, let me breathe a while! Ugly hell, gape not! come not, Lucifer! I'll burn my books!—Ah, Mephistophilis! [Exeunt DEVILS with FAUSTUS.]

A breeze, briefly gentle but growing more savage, jostled the potted plants and curios that cluttered the room.

Oh, and Knievel stared you down, and you gave in so quick.” Jed laughed lowly, rubbing his hand over Redford’s stomach. “You’re now my cat’s bitch.

I meant to learn something,” Sophie said, impatient. “Something else than embroidery or dancing, or playing pretty tunes on the pianoforte. I am not a decorative object, Father. I have an intellect, also, and I wish to make good use of it.

Redford had read somewhere that cats brought their owners dead birds, rodents, and their own toys because they were trying to teach the stupid humans how to hunt, like they did with their own kittens. From the amount of toys Knievel had brought to him, the cat thought he was absolutely useless.

Chalmers stopped listening and let his gaze wander over the new city. They were going to call it Nicosia. It was the first town of any size to be built free-standing on the Martian surface; all the buildings were set inside what was in effect an immense clear tent, supported by a nearly invisible frame, and placed on the rise of Tharsis, west of Noctis Labyrinthus. This location gave it a tremendous view, with a distant western horizon punctuated by the broad peak of Pavonis Mons.

FAUST: Ah, Faust, hai solo un'ora di vita, poi sarai dannato per sempre. Fermatevi sfere del cielo che eternamente ruotate, che il tempo finisca e mezzanotte non venga mai. Occhio lieto della natura, sorgi, sorgi di nuovo e fai un giorno eterno, o fai che un'ora duri un anno, un mese, una settimana, un giorno, che Faust possa pentirsi e salvare l'anima. "O lente lente currite noctis equi". Le stelle ruotano, il tempo corre, l'orologio suonerà, verrà il demonio e Faust sarà dannato. Salirò fino a Dio! Chi mi trascina in basso? Guarda, il sangue di Cristo allaga il firmamento e una sola goccia mi salverebbe, metà d'una goccia. Ah, mio Cristo, non uncinarmi il cuore se nomino Cristo. Lo dirò di nuovo. Risparmiami, Lucifero. Dov'è? E' scomparso. Vedo Dio che stende il braccio e china la fronte minacciosa Montagne e colline, venite, franatemi addosso, nascondetemi all'ira terribile di Dio. No, no? Allora mi getto a capofitto nella terra: apriti, terra. No, non mi dà riparo. Stelle che regnavate alla mia nascita e che mi avete dato morte e inferno, risucchiatevi Faust come una nebbia nelle viscere di quelle nubi incinte, affinché, quando vomitate in aria, il corpo cada dalle bocche fumose ma l'anima salga al cielo. (L'orologio suona) Ah, mezz'ora è passata. Presto passerà tutta. Dio, se non vuoi avere pietà di quest'anima almeno per amore di Cristo il cui sangue mi ha riscattato, assegna un termine alla mia pena incessante: che Faust resti all'inferno mille anni, centomila, e alla fine sia salvato. Ma non c'è fine alle anime dannate. Perché non sei una creatura senz'anima? Perché la tua dev'essere immortale? Metempsicosi di Pitagora, fossi vera, l'anima mi lascerebbe, sarei mutato in una bestia bruta. Felici le bestie che morendo cedono l'anima agli elementi, ma la mia vivrà torturata in eterno. Maledetti i genitori che mi fecero! No, Faust, maledici te stesso, maledici Lucifero che ti ha privato del cielo. (L'orologio suona mezzanotte). Suona, suona! Corpo, trasformati in aria, o Lucifero ti porterà all'inferno. Anima, mùtati in piccole gocce d'acqua e cadi nell'oceano, nessuno ti trovi. (Tuono, ed entrano i diavoli) Mio Dio, mio Dio, non guardarmi così feroce! Serpi e vipere, lasciatemi vivere ancora un poco. Inferno orribile, non aprirti. Non venire, Lucifero. Brucerò i miei libri. Ah, Mefistofele. (Escono con Faust. [Escono in alto Lucifero e i diavoli]) Christopher Marlowe, La tragica storia del Dottor Faust [Atto V, Scena II]

jus primae noctis,