Statuette of Venus made from rock crystal quartz (Roman, 1st century BC)
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Statuette of Venus made from rock crystal quartz (Roman, 1st century BC)
Source: unknown
Rose exhibition in Donetsk (1986)
One day you’ll have whatever it is you’re now so confusedly seeking. That kind of calm that comes from knowing oneself and others. But you can’t rush the arrival of that state of mind. There are things you only learn when no one teaches them. And that’s how it is with life. There’s even more beauty in discovering it for yourself, in spite of the suffering.
Clarice Lispector, from “Gertrudes asks for advice” in The Complete Stories
Rocks, waves, summer, Lake Michigan.
source: mimolag on flickr
Virginia Woolf in Venice
She looked out upon a beautiful June morning. The world was clean and fresh from last night's rain shower. What a beautiful time of year! There was still that lingering feeling of spring in the air even though many plants had grown enough already to make one know that summer was really taking over. She loved June.
Janette Oke
wind by the east bog
Sunset at Millennium Green in North Hykeham.
“You got to love it. This is flesh I'm talking about here. Flesh that needs to be loved. Feet that need to rest and to dance; backs that need support; shoulders that need arms, strong arms I'm telling you. And O my people, out yonder, hear me, they do not love your neck unnoosed and straight. So love your neck; put a hand on it, grace it, stroke it and hold it up. And all your inside parts that they'd just as soon slop for hogs, you got to love them.
The dark, dark liver-love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, Love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than Lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart.
For this is the prize.”
-Toni Morrison, Beloved
Attributed to Dagobert Peche
Austrian, 1887–1923
Diana mit Hirsch
Medium
lace on linen
75 x 58 cm (29,5 x 22,8 in)