hannah.

“We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.”

[shakespearesdaughters]

[bookmania]

[annariadne]

“My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:

Words without thoughts never to heaven go…”

[shakespearesdaughters]

[annariadne]

“Come to me now thus, Goddess, and release me

From distress and pain; and all my distracted

Heart would seek, do thou, once again fulfilling,

Still be my ally!”

[annariadne]

“I met a lady in the meads,

Full beautiful- a faery’s child,

Her hair was long, her foot was light,

And her eyes were wild.”

- Keats

[annariadne]

‘Her tender touch was all but a dream;

Unfurl sweet rosebud, holding morning dew,

By night the rose is gilded by frost’s gleam

What dawn proposes, dusk demeans’

[thebrassglass]

Cedar Grove Cemetery, a 19th century burial ground in the coastal Connecticut city of New London, in the fog, December 2015.

[annariadne]

‘Like to a painted map the landscape lies

And wild above shine the cloud-thronged skies

The flying clouds urged on in swiftest pace

Like living things as if they runned a race’

-from The Shepherd’s Calendar: October by John Clare

[annariadne]

"And I will make thee beds of Roses

And a thousand fragrant posies,

A cap of flowers, and a kirtle

Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;"

(The Passionate Shepherd to His Love. Christopher Marlowe.)

[annariadne]

“his countenance became fixed, and, touched as it now was by the silver whiteness of the moon-light, he resembled one of those marble statues of a monument, which seem to bend, in hopeless sorrow, over the ashes of the dead” ― Ann Radcliffe, The Mysteries of Udolpho

[whimsifae]

“ in the end, we’ll all become stories, ”

[thepursuitofunderstanding]

If there is a fear of falling, the only safety consists in deliberately jumping.

Carl Jung

[thepursuitofunderstanding]

This day will never come again and anyone who fails to eat and drink and taste and smell it will never have it offered to him again in all eternity. The sun will never shine as it does today...You must play your part and sing a song, one of your best.

Hermann Hesse