A sigh of sighs

  Forever searching; never right, I am lost in oceans of night  

[amare-habeo]

Johannes Itten (Swiss, 1888 –1967)

Circle of Light (Lichtkreis), 1915

Oil on canvas 57 x 49 cm

[uromancy]

George Inness. The Valley of the Shadow of Death. 1867.

[catonhottinroof-deactivated2023]

Joseph Mallord William Turner      

Morning amongst the Coniston Fells, Cumberland  

[retroscifiart]

Uranus from Umbiel by Stefan Blaser

[quotemadness]

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?

Ernest Hemingway (via quotemadness)

[quotemadness]

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Edgar Allan Poe (via quotemadness)

[sakrogoat]

Bolesław Biegas - Chopin, 1919

[sakrogoat]

Mariusz Lewandowski - Essence of Freedom

[quotemadness]

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

John Green (via quotemadness)

[talesofpassingtime]

Hearts live by being wounded. Pleasure may turn a heart to stone, riches may make it callous, but sorrow - oh, sorrow cannot break it.

Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance   

(via talesofpassingtime)

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[art-and-things-of-beauty]

Jean-Baptiste Monnoyer (1636-1699) - Still life with flowers, oil on canvas, 55,9 x 46,7 cm.

[quotemadness]

Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.

Brontë (via quotemadness)

[catonhottinroof-deactivated2023]

Henri Fantin-Latour (1836-1904) 

Roses dans un verre, 1877

[sakrogoat]

Albert Carel Willink - View of a Bay

[quotemadness]

I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.

Ferdinand de Saussure (via quotemadness)

[gwengold]