the alan rickman quote isn’t his, its a tumblr thing

Alright I did the research, turns out it was a fan of his that said that:

i-want-my-iwtv:

Y’know I don’t have the time to go around checking sources, so idk if I believe you. It might be his quote. Might not.  

Even if it isn’t him, it’s a lovely image and you can pry it from my cold, dead hands.

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A 2011 GoodReads discussion board also noticed Tiffany’s comment, and pointed out, “Tiffany’s post was from July [2011] while all the posts that mention Rickman with [the quote] weren’t until a couple of weeks ago [in 2011].” 

And a fan site dedicated to Alan Rickman also claims he never said the quote. “A fan said this about themselves and ever since Alan Rickman dedicated blogs reflagged that quote, people are now under the impression that Alan said this.”

I think he would have agreed with such a sentiment.

So for future reference: if you’re going to correct anyone’s post re: the source or any other reason, YOU do the homework first, and YOU provide the link, k? That’s only fair 😉

When I’m 80 years old and sitting in my rocking chair, I’ll be reading Harry Potter. And my family will say to me, ‘After all this time?’ And I will say, ‘Always.’

RIP Alan Rickman (1946-2016)

^Apparently Rickman did not say this but I think he’d agree with the sentiment

Why does everyone consider you the more beautiful, I am as young and as pretty as you are!

amadeo-child-of-the-renaissance:

“I admit there were some mean replies sitting on the tip of my tongue… but I promised Marius I would be good, so: do they?
I can’t recall any description of me that includes the words ‘more beautiful than’ (there was the sentence ‘pretty as a girl’ for which somebody got rightfully punched).
This question sounds like a petulant child’s, so I’m guessing Rose?
On another note: my beauty has to compensate for my character. Why do you think I’m literally getting away with murder? I’m most certainly glad my sadism doesn’t show. So maybe the ‘innocence’ so many seem to see in my face (let’s be honest: I had 5 centuries to perfect that look) is enhanced when they notice what horrors I’m capable of? They see me and they think of a young boy, because my age doesn’t show and then they witness me being cruel and the shock of the discovery makes them wonder how my features don’t reflect it because people still link ‘evil’ to ‘ugly’ (at least now they don’t burn you on the stake for looking like a hag), so the discrepancy enhances certain perceptions?
That was a little philosophical, so let’s get to the ‘being nice’ part. I can feel Marius looking at me… Have you considered that each of us might simply possess their own kind of beauty? Personal preference exists and sometimes has little to do with age or being pretty. However- I advice you to ditch the person that told you to your face they find another more pretty than you are, since it was either them telling you they’re not interested or them being plainly mean. Unhealthy for your self-esteem in both cases, I’d say. If you ended up with that conclusion by yourself you should ask yourself why it is so important to you what others think of you.”

“I looked down at the ground and saw flowers of complete perfection; flowers that were the flowers that our flowers of the world might become! I don’t know any other way to describe how well realized were the petals and the centers and the colors. The colors themselves were so distinct and so finely delineated that I was unsure suddenly that our spectrum was even involved. 

I mean, I don’t think our spectrum of color was the limit! I think there was some other set of rules. Or it was merely an expansion, a gift of being able to see combinations of color which are not visible chemically on earth. 

…‘Sapphirine!’ I cried out suddenly, trying to identify the greenish blue of the great leaves surrounding us and gently waving to and fro, and Memnoch smiled and nodded as if in approval, reaching again to stop me from touching Heaven, from trying to grab some of the magnificence I saw.” – Lestat de Lioncourt, Memnoch the Devil