Mist and Rain O Autumns, Winters, Springs! Seasons of mire! Soul-drowsing times! I love you. Take my praise For shrouding thus my heart and brain entire In a vague tomb and winding-sheet of haze. Through the long nights when the south-wester swings The rusty vanes that shriek upon the towers, My soul can fully stretch… Continue reading Charles Baudelaire
It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being. ― John Joseph Powell, The Secret of Staying in Love. (Argus Communications; 1st edition 1974)
It is a region, I have already spoken of this region so lonely, where the earth is filled with ocean, and there is no one but a horse’s hoof prints, there is no one but the wind, there is no one but the rain falling over the waters of the sea, no one but the… Continue reading Pablo Neruda
With one burning hand she held his and with the other she kept pushing him away. ― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina. (Norilana Books February 16, 2008) Originally published 1873.