"There is an air of faggotness in the Vatican"

– Pope Francis 🇦🇷

"I will not sign this. Let the man die, as it is befitting, but do not use a tribunal to insult him like that."

– Peter I of Brazil when handed a sentence that established the brutal and humiliating death of João Ratcliff, ringleader of the Confederacy of the Ecuator.

"I was always willing to be reasonable until I had to be unreasonable.

Sometimes reasonable men must do unreasonable things."

– Marvin John Heemeyer 🇺🇸

20 years ago today, a common man hit them where it hurts. Rest in peace, Marv.

"Thus up from the garden to the Gardener, from the sword to the Smith. To the life-giving Life and the Beauty that makes beautiful."

– C.S. Lewis 🇨🇮 | A Grief Observed

"'But what does it all mean?' asked Susan when they were somewhat calmer.

'It means,' said Aslan, 'that though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know.

Her knowledge goes back only to the dawn of Time. But if she could have looked a little further back, into the stillness and the darkness before Time dawned, she would have read there a different incantation.

She would have known that when a willing victim who has committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards. And now...'

'Oh yes. Now?' said Lucy jumping up and clapping her hands.

'And now', said Aslan presently, 'to business. I feel I am going to roar.'"

– C.S. Lewis 🇮🇪 | The Chronicles of Narnia

"'Oh, Aslan!' cried both the children, staring up at him, almost as much frightened as they were glad.

'Aren’t you dead then, dear Aslan?' said Lucy.

'Not now', said Aslan.

'You’re not... not a...?' asked Susan in a shaky voice. She couldn’t bring herself to say the word ghost.

Aslan stooped his golden head and licked her forehead. The warmth of his breath and a rich sort of smell that seemed to hang about his hair came all over her.

'Do I look it?' he said.

'Oh, you’re real, you’re real! Oh, Aslan!' cried Lucy and both girls flung themselves upon him and covered him with kisses."

– C.S. Lewis 🇮🇪 | The Chronicles of Narnia

"The rising of the sun had made everything look so different — all the colours and shadows were changed — that for a moment they didn’t see the important thing. Then they did.

The Stone Table was broken into two pieces by a great crack that ran down it from end to end; and there was no Aslan.

'Oh, oh, oh!' cried the two girls rushing back to the Table.

'Oh, it’s too bad', sobbed Lucy; 'they might have left the body alone.'

'Who’s done it?' cried Susan. 'What does it mean? Is it more magic?'

'Yes!' said a great voice behind their backs. 'It is more magic.'

They looked round. There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself."

– C.S. Lewis 🇮🇪 | The Chronicles of Narnia

"As soon as the wood was silent again Susan and Lucy crept out into the open hill-top.

The moon was getting low and thin clouds were passing across her, but still they could see the shape of the great Lion lying dead in his bonds. And down they both knelt in the wet grass and kissed his cold face and stroked his beautiful fur —what was left of it — and cried till they could cry no more.

I hope no one who reads this book has been quite as miserable as Susan and Lucy were that night; but if you have been – if you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you — you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again.

At any rate that was how it felt to these two."

– C.S. Lewis 🇮🇪 | The Chronicles of Narnia

"At last she drew near. She stood by Aslan’s head. Her face was working and twitching with passion, but his looked up at the sky, still quiet, neither angry nor afraid, but a little sad. Then, just before she gave the blow, she stooped down and said in a quivering voice,

'And now, who has won? Fool, did you think that by all this you would save the human traitor? Now I will kill you instead of him as our pact was and so the Deep Magic will be appeased.

But when you are dead what will prevent me from killing him as well? And who will take him out of my hand then? Understand that you have given me Narnia forever, you have lost your own life and you have not saved his.

In that knowledge, despair and die.'

The children did not see the actual moment of the killing. They couldn't bear to look and covered their eyes."

– C.S. Lewis 🇮🇪 | The Chronicles of Narnia

"Anguish squeezed her little heart. She needed to watch over the goats. It was late, so pumas might be roaming the banks.

(...)

Like a winter night, cold and soggy, an eerie silence surrounded the little creature.

(...)

Baleia breathed fast, her mouth open, jaws uncontrollable, the tongue hanging and numb. She didn't know what had happened. The crash, the shot she received, the difficult journey through the mud at the end of that courtyard faded from her mind.

The tremors rose from the belly and reached Baleia's chest. From the chest down, it was all numb and forgetful. But the rest of the body shivered, like thorns penetrating the flesh.

Baleia rested her weary little head on the rockwork. It was cold.

(...)

Baleia wanted to sleep. She would wake up happy in a world full of groundhogs. And she would lick Fabiano's hand, and he would hug her in return. The children would frolic with her in a huge courtyard.

The world would be filled with huge, fat groundhogs."

– Graciliano Ramos 🇧🇷 | Barren Lives