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.
This is the dream we carry through the world that something fantastic will happen that it has to happen that time will open by itself that doors shall open by themselves that the heart will find itself open that mountain springs will jump up that the dream will open by itself that we one early… Continue reading Olav H. Hauge
If you care about something you have to protect it – If you’re lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live it. ― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany. (Transworld Publishers; First edition, November 1, 1989)
I love you for the grief that lurks within Your languid spirit, and because you wear Corruption with a vague and childish air, And with your beauty know the depths of sin; Because shame cuts and holds you like a gin, And virtue dies in you slain by despair, Since evil has you tangled in… Continue reading Theodore Wratislaw