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New Tattoo

So for a while now I’ve been thinking about a new tattoo. I know I want it on the inside of my left arm, bicep part. Probably some color, too. Thinking some rose work and stars, connecting to my back tattoo. The rose is from The Dark Tower series by Stephen King. Now for the part I’m having trouble with. The Quote. It needs a quote. Just NEEDS one. So here they are. Let me know what you think. Seriously, I like them all. HELP ME!

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.

Go then, there are other worlds than these.

The Tower. Somewhere ahead, it waited for him — the nexus of Time, the nexus of Size.

Only equals speak the truth, that’s my thought on’t. Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard. How tiresome!

I do not aim with my hand;
He who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my eye.

I do not shoot with my hand;
He who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.

I do not kill with my gun;
He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my heart.

Ka like the wind

Time is a face on the water

It seemed to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended.

If you love me, then love me

True love, like any other strong and addicting drug, is boring — once the tale of encounter and discovery is told, kisses quickly grow stale and caresses tiresome… except, of course, to those who share the kisses, who give and take the caresses while every sound and color of the world seems to deepen and brighten around them. As with any other strong drug, true first love is really only interesting to those who have become its prisoners.

“Do’ee say the world will end in fire or in ice, gunslinger?” Roland considered this. “Neither”,he said at last. “I think in darkness”

Time is a face on the water.

We deal in lead.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

Anger is the most useless emotion; destructive to the mind and hurtful of the heart.

And so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love’s ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.

You are the grim, goal-oriented ones who will not believe that the joy is in the journey rather than the destination no matter how many times it has been proven to you.


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