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[famous-paintings]

Pablo Picasso / Embrace

Date: 1900

Style: Post-Impressionism

Period: Early Years

Genre: genre painting

Media: oil, cardboard

Location: Pushkin Museum, Moscow, Russia

[someforbiddenparadise]

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[someforbiddenparadise]

Nestling with closed lids, half thinking, half dreaming, happier than words can express.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[someforbiddenparadise]

You enquire after my health—it is better; but while I remain cut off from all hope, and doomed to solitude, or the society of those who never did and never will like me, how can I be cheerful and well?

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[someforbiddenparadise]

It may be very possible that I should love her; but would she love me? I doubt it too much to venture my tranquillity by running into temptation.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[someforbiddenparadise]

I am worthless, and bad in temper, and bad in spirit, almost always; and, if you choose, you may say good-bye: you’ll get rid of an annoyance. Only, Catherine, do me this justice: believe that if I might be as sweet, and as kind, and as good as you are, I would be; as willingly, and more so, than as happy and as healthy. And believe that your kindness has made me love you deeper than if I deserved your love: and though I couldn’t, and cannot help showing my nature to you, I regret it and repent it; and shall regret and repent it till I die!

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[someforbiddenparadise]

But it was so miserable going to bed and getting up, and never hearing anything about him, that my resolution melted into air before it was properly formed.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[someforbiddenparadise]

I was ready to tear my hair off my head! I sobbed and wept so that my eyes were almost blind.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[someforbiddenparadise]

He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk; I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine, and began to grow very snappish. At last, we agreed to try both, as soon as the right weather came; and then we kissed each other and were friends.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[someforbiddenparadise]

"Good words," I replied. "But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear."

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[fordarkmornings]

Francesco Hayez (Italian, 1791-1882)

Vengeance is Sworn, 1851

[someforbiddenparadise]

He sneered with the impatience of people listening to the obvious lies of others.

Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire

[someforbiddenparadise]

This evil, this concept, it comes from disappointment, from bitterness! Don't you see? Children of Satan! Children of God! Is this the only question you bring to me, is this the only power that obsesses you, so that you must make us gods and devils yourself when the only power that exists is inside ourselves? How could you believe in these old fantastical lies, these myths, these emblems of the supernatural?

Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire

[someforbiddenparadise]

How many vampires do you think have the stamina for immortality? They have the most dismal notions of immortality to begin with. For in becoming immortal they want all the forms of their life to be fixed as they are and incorruptible: carriages made in the same dependable fashion, clothing of the cut which suited their prime, men attired and speaking in the manner they have always understood and valued. When, in fact, all things change except the vampire himself; everything except the vampire is subject to constant corruption and distortion. Soon, with an inflexible mind, and often even with the most flexible mind, this immortality becomes a penitential sentence in a madhouse of figures and forms that are hopelessly unintelligible and without value.

Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire

[dailyclassicart]

Henry R. Rittenberg - "The Jewel Box" (1919)

[someforbiddenparadise]

I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

[someforbiddenparadise]

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights