most kino lines in literature?

[Anonymous No.16337365]

what are some lines that give you goosebumps everytime you recite them in your head to an audience that isnt there

[Anonymous No.16337375]

>KINO

[Anonymous No.16337382]

not literature but a comic

[Anonymous No.16337383]

>>16337365
“My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.”

[Anonymous No.16337397]

>>16337375

[Anonymous No.16337418]

>>16337397

[Anonymous No.16337438]

>>16337418

[Anonymous No.16337495]

>>16337365
Every man is guilty of all the good he did not do.

[Anonymous No.16337502]

>>16337438

[Anonymous No.16337508]

>>16337383
hamlet is full of kino

[Anonymous No.16337518]

>>16337365
Right through the press drove Theoden Thengel's son, and his spear was shivered as he threw down their chieftain. Out swept his sword, and he spurred to the standard, hewed staff and bearer; and the black serpent foundered. Then all that was left unslain of their cavalry turned and fled far away."

[Anonymous No.16337523]

>>16337365
>Amen I say unto you, today you shall be with me in paradise

[Anonymous No.16337537]

Ihr wißt, auf unsern deutschen Bühnen
Probiert ein jeder, was er mag;
Drum schonet mir an diesem Tag
Prospekte nicht und nicht Maschinen.
Gebraucht das groß, und kleine Himmelslicht,
Die Sterne dürfet ihr verschwenden;
An Wasser, Feuer, Felsenwänden,
An Tier und Vögeln fehlt es nicht.
So schreitet in dem engen Bretterhaus
Den ganzen Kreis der Schöpfung aus,
Und wandelt mit bedächt'ger Schnelle
Vom Himmel durch die Welt zur Hölle.

[Anonymous No.16337564]

"Let us keep going, going, going back to La Dorada" - love in the time cholera

[Anonymous No.16337605]

>>16337508
That’s from Richard III anon

[Anonymous No.16337642]

>>16337438

[Anonymous No.16337851]

>>16337365
>“You never waste your time. That’s why I have to do it for you.”

[Anonymous No.16337869]

>>16337365
>”Only one enemy remained, two if you counted God.”

[Anonymous No.16337889]

>>16337869
what even is this from?

[Anonymous No.16337893]

>>16337889
My diary TBQH

[Anonymous No.16337936]

>The door of the room shakes and creaks slightly .. Perhaps it is a breath of wind, merely the air swirling a little as it does on these restless spring nights. But perhaps it is she who has come in with her silent step and now is standing by Drago's chair. Giovanni makes an effort and straightens his shoulders a little; he puts right the collar of his uniform with one hand and takes one more look out of the window, the briefest of glances, his last share of the stars.

>THEN IN THE DARK HE SMILES, ALTHOUGH THERE IS NO ONE TO SEE HIM

[Anonymous No.16338390]

>What he had really wanted to do was to tear a hole in his world and escape

[Anonymous No.16338399]

>>16337365
>O ye of little faith...

[Anonymous No.16338445]

We are the centuries... We have your eoliths and your mesoliths and your neoliths. We have your Babylons and your Pompeiis, your Caesars and your chromium-plated (vital-ingredient impregnated) artifacts. We have your bloody hatchets and your Hiroshimas. We march in spite of Hell, we do – Atrophy, Entropy, and Proteus vulgaris, telling bawdy jokes about a farm girl name of Eve and a traveling salesman called Lucifer. We bury your dead and their reputations. We bury you. We are the centuries. Be born then, gasp wind, screech at the surgeon’s slap, seek manhood, taste a little godhood, feel pain, give birth, struggle a little while, succumb: (Dying, leave quietly by the rear exit, please.) Generation, regeneration, again, again, as in a ritual, with blood-stained vestments and nail-torn hands, children of Merlin, chasing a gleam. Children, too, of Eve, forever building Edens – and kicking them apart in berserk fury because somehow it isn’t the same. (AGH! AGH! AGH! – an idiot screams his mindless anguish amid the rubble. But quickly! let it be inundated by the choir, chanting Alleluias at ninety decibels.)

[Anonymous No.16338611]

>>16337518
Then Frodo kissed Merry and Pippin, and last of all Sam, and went aboard; and the sails were
drawn up, and the wind blew, and slowly the ship slipped away down the long grey firth; and the
light of the glass of Galadriel that Frodo bore glimmered and was lost. And the ship went out into
the High Sea and passed on into the West, until at last on a night of rain Frodo smelled a sweet
fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water. And then it seemed to
him that as in his dream in the house of Bombadil, the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass
and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift
sunrise.
But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the
grey sea he saw only a shadow on the waters that was soon lost in the West. There still he stood far
into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-earth, and
the sound of them sank deep into his heart. Beside him stood Merry and Pippin, and they were
silent.
At last the three companions turned away, and never again looking back they rode slowly
homewards; and they spoke no word to one another until they came back to the Shire. but each had
great comfort in his friends on the long grey road.
At last they rode over the downs and took the East Road, and then Merry and Pippin rode on to
Buckland; and already they were singing again as they went. But Sam turned to Bywater, and so
came back up the Hill, as day was ending once more. And he went on, and there was yellow light,
and fire within; and the evening meal was ready, and he was expected. And Rose drew him in, and
set him in his chair, and put little Elanor upon his lap.
He drew a deep breath. 'Well, I'm back,' he said.

Kino

[Anonymous No.16338724]

The tiger
He destroyed his cage
Yes
YES
The tiger is out

[Anonymous No.16338809]

“Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.”
― Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance

“Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!”
― Bram Stoker

"Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red."
- William Shakespeare, Macbeth,

I think those are pretty kino.

[Anonymous No.16338824]

>>16338809
>“Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.”
Absolutely gay, like all he writes.
>“Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!”
Nice.
>"Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
>Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
>The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
>Making the green one red."
KINO

[Anonymous No.16338831]

shakespeare is really good isnt he

[Anonymous No.16338884]

>>16337365
i know it's a translation but i really love these lines

FAUST

When on an idler's bed I stretch myself in quiet.
There let, at once, my record end!
Canst thou with lying flattery rule me,
Until, self-pleased, myself I see,—
Canst thou with rich enjoyment fool me,
Let that day be the last for me!
The bet I offer.

MEPHISTOPHELES
Done!

FAUST
And heartily!
When thus I hail the Moment flying:
"Ah, still delay—thou art so fair!"
Then bind me in thy bonds undying,
My final ruin then declare!
Then let the death-bell chime the token.
Then art thou from thy service free!
The clock may stop, the hand be broken,
Then Time be finished unto me!

[Anonymous No.16338889]

Last sentence of 100YOS
inb4 some fag trashes the book, it’s good

[Anonymous No.16339023]

The industrial revolution and its consequences have been a disaster for the human race

[Anonymous No.16339053]

>>16338724
This but unironically

[Anonymous No.16339057]

>>16339023
This, unironically

[Anonymous No.16339072]

>Pēdīcābō ego vōs et irrumābō
>Aurēlī pathice et cinaede Fūrī

I will sodomize you and face-fuck you,
cocksucker Aurelius and bottom bitch Furius

[Anonymous No.16339090]

>>16338724
Unfathomably based

[Anonymous No.16339252]

A few things the songwriter needs
Arrows of love, a mask of tragedy
But if you want ecstasy or birth control
Just run the tap until the water’s cold
Anything else you can get online
A creation myth or a .45
You're going to need one or the other to survive
Where only the armed or the funny make it out alive

[Anonymous No.16339969]

>>16338884
not even the best translation

Werd' ich zum Augenblicke sagen:
Verweile doch! du bist so schön!

When I say to the Moment flying;
'Linger a while -- thou art so fair!'

aber ja, JA, yes YES

[Anonymous No.16339989]

>>16339969
>Germans think that a Moment is an AUGENBLICKE

[Anonymous No.16340066]

>He is killed and never knows that he has died so that a scene may be reenacted.
>and the mome raths outgrabe

[Anonymous No.16340072]

>>16339989
Augenblick is rarely used in modern german, a moment is just "Einen Moment".

[Anonymous No.16340222]

“Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.”

What a boast.

[Anonymous No.16340256]

>Every human being not going to the extreme limit, is a servant or the enemy of man, and accomplice to a nameless obscenity

[Anonymous No.16340284]

>>16338889
Nah chief, it's not good, it's the best and my favorite Unironically

[Anonymous No.16340294]

>and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.

[Anonymous No.16340304]

>>16340072
no word of worth is used in modern German lmao bunch of burgerized bugmen who pronounce the R like in French.

[Anonymous No.16340344]

> Oh! thou clear spirit of clear fire, whom on these seas I as Persian once did worship, till in the sacramental act so burned by thee, that to this hour I bear the scar; I now know thee, thou clear spirit, and I now know that thy right worship is defiance. To neither love nor reverence wilt thou be kind; and e'en for hate thou canst but kill; and all are killed. No fearless fool now fronts thee. I own thy speechless, placeless power; but to the last gasp of my earthquake life will dispute its unconditional, unintegral mastery in me.

[Anonymous No.16340487]

>Elle est retrouvée.
>Quoi? - L'Éternité.
>C'est la mer allée
>Avec le soleil.

>The moon's an arrant thief, and her pale fire she snatches from the sun

[Anonymous No.16340488]

>Byron, as he burns on, sees more and more of this pattern. He learns how to make contact with other kinds of electric appliances, in homes, in factories and out in the streets. Each has something to tell him. The pattern gathers in his soul (Seek, as the core of the earlier carbon filament was known in Germany), and the grander and clearer it grows, the more desperate Byron gets. Someday he will know everything, and still be as impotent as before. His youthful dreams of organizing all the bulbs in the world seem impossible now—the Grid is wide open, all messages can be overheard, and there are more than enough traitors out on the line. Prophets traditionally don't last long—they are either killed outright, or given an accident serious enough to make them stop and think, and most often they do pull back. But on Byron has been visited an even better fate. He is condemned to go on forever, knowing the truth and powerless to change anything. No longer will he seek to get off the wheel. His anger and frustration will grow without limit, and he will find himself, poor perverse bulb, enjoying it. ...

[Anonymous No.16340496]

>>16337382
so epic..