‘Der Berggeist’ by Josef Madlener. J.R.R. Tolkien inscribed upon the back of the postcard - “The origin of Gandalf.”

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‘Der Berggeist’ by Josef Madlener. J.R.R. Tolkien inscribed upon the back of the postcard - “The origin of Gandalf.”
Aragorn and Arwen
A dream cannot produce a definite thought. If it begins to do so, it ceases to be a dream because it crosses the threshold of consciousness. That is why dreams seem to skip the very points that are most important to the conscious mind, and seem rather to manifest the "fringe of consciousness," like the faint gleam of stars during a total eclipse of the sun.
Carl Gustav Jung, "Man and His Symbols"
Helena Bonham Carter in Hamlet (1990).
Sin tastes at the first draught like wormwood water, But drunk again, ‘tis nectar ever after.
Thomas Middleton, Women Beware Women, (II.ii.474-5). (via the--hyacinth--girl)
First Edition Limited Issue of ‘East of the Sun and West of the Moon - Old Tales from the North’; illustrated by Kay Nielsen. Published 1914 by Hodder and Stoughton.
See more illustrations from this book here.
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Labyrinth
What to say? That the end of love is a haunting. A haunting of dreams. A haunting of silence. Haunted by ghosts it is easy to become a ghost. Life ebbs. The pulse is too faint. Nothing stirs you. Some people approve of this and call it healing. It is not healing. A dead body feels no pain.
Jeanette Winterson (via angelmeat)
Look at the moon. How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a tomb. She is like a dead woman. One might fancy she was looking for dead things.
- The Page of Herodias, ‘Salome’ by Oscar Wilde (via fablechild)
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Mia Wasikowska in Jane Eyre