If you want to end your life, end it. You don’t have to kill yourself to do that.
Dr. Schiller
If you’re losing your soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul left to lose.
Charles Bukowski (via theunquotables)

“He made a queer sound, and it took her a moment to realize he was sobbing. ‘And the little bird, your pretty sister, I stood there in my white cloak and let them beat her. I took the bloody song, she never gave it. I meant to take her too. I should have. I should have fucked her bloody and ripped her heart out before leaving her for that dwarf.’”

So happy name day, butterfly. Heart you, girl. :* 

So happy name day, butterfly. Heart you, girl. :* 

…this was a bitter tormented soul, a sinner who mocked both gods and men. He served but found no pride in service. He fought but took no joy in victory. He drank, to drown his pain in a sea of wine. He did not love, nor was he loved himself. It was hate that drove him. Though he committed many sins he never sought forgiveness.

A Song Of Ice And Fire

George R.R. Martin.

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For the night is dark,” the others chanted, Harwin and Anguy loud as all the rest, “and full of terrors.”
“This cave is dark too,” said the Hound, “but I’m the terror here.
George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords (via toridat)
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F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack-Up

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F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack-Up

His eyes opened. “You remember where the heart is?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.

As still as stone she stood. “I … I was only…”

“Don’t lie,” he growled. “I hate liars. I hate gutless frauds even worse.

Go on, do it.” When Arya did not move, he said, “I killed your butcher’s boy. I cut him near in half, and laughed about it after.” He made a queer sound, and it took her a moment to realize he was sobbing.

  Sandor Clegane                                     

                                You know where the heart is?

“And the little bird, your pretty sister, I stood there in my white cloak and let them beat her. I took the bloody song, she never gave it. I meant to take her too. I should have. I should have fucked her bloody and ripped her heart out before leaving her for that dwarf.” A spasm of pain twisted his face. “Do you mean to make me beg, bitch? Do it! The gift of mercy … avenge your little Michael…”



‘Ripping her heart out…’ That’s Sandor’s most notorious sentence, extremely ambiguous and powerfulAnother reference to the heart in Sandor’s nightmarish journey to the deepest pits of hell. I’m not sure, but probably that’s how he feels himself, as if his own chest had been ripped open and his heart was in her hands. In this scene the man wants to die because he can’t take any more suffering,both physical and mental, but probably his inner suffering is the one that’s more cruel.

He’s a fighter and never gives up but when he heard of Sansa’s marriage he surrendered. The more I think of it, the more convinced I am that crude and raw sentence: I should have fucked her bloody and ripped her hear out before leaving her for that dwarf is more about self hatred, pain and hopeless yearning than about violence. Sandor has known nothing but violence and he expresses in violent terms how frustrated, how jealous and forlorn he feels now that he’s lost his little bird for ever.

I’m sure he doesn’t regret he didn’t rape her and killed her, he’s just expressing a pain so strong it feels nearly physical, I think it’s his own heart the one which feels as if it was being ripped out of his chest, that’s why he wants to give up and die by Arya’s hand and mercy. I agree with you, he refers to his torn heart and his own death rather than hers. 

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So many misunderstand the meaning behind his words. :( 

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There is no creature on earth half so terrifying as a truly just man.
Varys - From ‘A Game Of Thrones’ (via bleulilo)
Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.
Ernest Hemingway ― A Farewell to Arms (via girlmeetsbanjo)