Full on his face the moonbeam strook! -
a face could never be mistook!
I knew the stern vindictive look.
A. Fredericks, from Marmion, by Walter Scott, illustrated under the direction of A. V. S. Anthony, Boston, 1885.
From Walden by Henry David Thoreau (1854).
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"my nymphet, my beauty and bride, emprisoned in her crystal sleep."
—Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
An unknown lady, Margaret Pole?
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A dangerous method (2011), David Cronenberg
I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void. The void is a mirror. I see my face and feel loathing and horror. My indifference to man has shut me out. I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams. — The Seventh Seal (1957), dir. Ingmar Bergman (via easymomentsandobsession)
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the space between falling & being caught.
You cannot use someone else’s fire. You can only use your own. And in order to do that, you must first be willing to believe that you have it. — Audre Lorde (via mangoestho)
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The difference between learning a modern language and an ancient language is that in first year French you learn “Where is the bathroom?” and “How do I get to the train station?” and in first year Attic Greek or Latin you learn “I have judged you worthy of death” and “The tyrant had everyone in the city killed.”
The Gods called your name
and the seas turned dark;
the earth quaked with power.
You looked up at Olympus
screaming at the gates;
“What will I become?”
The Gods fell silent, then-
with a thunderous roar replied;
"Who are you now?"
Speaking of gargoyles, from Sunny Memories of Foreign Lands by Harriet Beecher Stowe, 1854.