but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you

See, this is why I can’t get behind God. — DW, 4x02

I say the gods deal very unrightly with us. For they will neither (which would be best of all) go away and leave us to live our own short days to ourselves, nor will they show themselves openly and tell us what they would have us do. For that too would be endurable. But to hint and hover, to draw near us in dreams and oracles, or in a waking vision that vanishes as soon as seen, to be dead silent when we question them and then glide back and whisper (words we cannot understand) in our ears when we most wish to be free of them, and to show to one what they hide from another; what is all this but cat-and-mouse play, blindman’s bluff, and mere jugglery? Why must holy places be dark places? I say, therefore, that there is no creature (toad, scorpion, or serpent) so noxious to man as the gods. Let them answer my charge if they can. It may well be that, instead of answering, they’ll strike me mad or leprous or turn me into beast, bird, or tree. But will not all the world then know (and the gods will know it knows) that this is because they have no answer?

— Till We Have Faces, C.S. Lewis

Supernatural → Most heartbreaking scene:What Is And What Should Never Be 

When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.

— Alexandre Dumas

a-catch the wind, see us spin
sail away, leave today
way up high in the sky
it won’t, but the wind won’t blow, we really shouldn’t go
it only goes to show that you will be mine, by takin’ our time

— Led Zeppelin

(Source: megmasterz)

dean remembers writing off many of castiel’s character aspects  as angelic things: the intensity, the charged atmosphere, the way his eyes drew dean’s like magnetic poles. the way he fills up the room, the way he makes dean aware of that, aware of the fluidity with which he carries the human body, the mechanical kinetics of his hands. the way dean sometimes can’t seem to breathe with him around, the way dean’s skin tingles like his body’s preparing for a thunderstorm when it hears the familiar rustle of wings. the way he sometimes weighs heavy on dean’s heart, as if the organ recognizes grace as gravity. in time, when he meets other angels, dean realizes it’s just castiel’s presence that does that. in time, when castiel falls and changes and alchemizes into human, dean realizes it’s not so much the angel castiel that evokes those reactions as what dean feels about him. that hasn’t changed.

(Source: redsky90)

Must be rough. To believe in something so much and have it disappoint you like that.

Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.

— Cat’s Eye, Margaret Atwood