Like a shadow, I am and I am not.

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Creation Of The World  II (1905–06) Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis

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Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess– so she strikes our eyes!

Homer,The Iliad

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Ivan Aivazovsky - The Birth of Aphrodite, 1887

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William Blake - The Agony in the Garden

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Ah, this melancholy! I write nonsense. How shallow human beings are to me today! Where is there a sea in which one can actually still drown? I mean a human being.

Friedrich Nietzsche, from a letter to Lou von Salomé (via violentwavesofemotion)

[daughterofchaos]

Raphael, Madonna of the Candelabra, detail, 1513

[imagediver]

Click on the image to see the detail in a zoomable context. Detail from Astronomer by Candlelight, Gerrit Dou

[ex0skeletal]

Promethean Rebirth by ChaosFissure

[agostinoarrivabene]

Pizia. 2012

oil, gold leaf  on wood/ olio e foglia d'oro su legno  cm 71 x 56

www.agostinoarrivabene.it

[thoodleoo]

If I cannot bend Heaven, I will raise Hell.

Vergil, 

Aeneid VII.312

[thewholescrapbook]

Marc Dantan, Le Paon (Série Les Immortels)

[antigonick]

LADY MACBETH : Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full Of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood.

William Shakespeare,

Macbeth

[victoriousvocabulary]

SECLUSIVE

[adjective]

1. tending to seclude, especially oneself - to place in or withdraw into solitude; remove from social contact and activity, etc.

2. causing or providing seclusion.

Etymology: Latin sēclūsus.

[nobellnostorm]

Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower Quiet friend who has come so far, feel how your breathing makes more space around you. Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell. As you ring, what batters you becomes your strength. Move back and forth into the change. What is it like, such intensity of pain? If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine. In this uncontainable night, be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses, the meaning discovered there. And if the world has ceased to hear you, say to the silent earth: I flow. To the rushing water, speak: I am.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus (via nobellnostorm)

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Nicola Samori

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Albert von Keller

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PETER NIKOLAI ARBO “Åsgårdsreien”, 1871