other side

beauty of sadness

[l-luckyones]

How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue; The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean’s wave It blushes o’er the world: Yet both so passing wonderful!

- Percy Bysshe Shelley, To Harriet—

[l-luckyones]

Did it come like an arrow, did it come like a knife?

Which of the poisons is it?

Which of the nerve-curlers, the convulsors? Did it electrify?

This is a case without a body.

The body does not come into it at all.

- Sylvia Plath, The Detective

[l-luckyones]

“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”

- Emily Brontë, Wuthering heights

[l-luckyones]

There shall I gladly yield

My life upon the field;

There shall my heart’s last blood flow out,

And I my latest cry shall shout.

May it be drowned in clash of steel,

In trumpet’s and in cannon’s peal;

And o’er my corse

Let tread the horse,

Which gallops home from victory’s gain,

And leaves me trodden ’mid the slain.

- Sándor Petőfi, “The thought torments me”