𝑅𝑒𝓃𝒶𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝓃

𝕰𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 🍷

[thedeadpoetsraven]

You see, love, most of the times comes with eternal separation. If it were not so then Orpheus would not have lost Eurydice even after wresting her from the clutches of death itself.

[thedeadpoetsraven]

𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

— Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992 film)

[thedeadpoetsraven]

I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes.

— Vladimir Nabokov

[thedeadpoetsraven]

Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

[thedeadpoetsraven]

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦?

— Dev

[thedeadpoetsraven]

𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖆𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖈

[thedeadpoetsraven]

𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕬𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖆

[promqueendyke]

mihaly zichy ‘romantic encounter’ + these violent delights, micah nemerever 

[thedeadpoetsraven]

𝔐𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯

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[thedeadpoetsraven]

Yeah! I still remember everything. Yeah! It matters to me. It doesn't matter anyway...

Memory is a weird thing. If you live and have no stories, no memories to tell, you cant really say that you've lived. That's why stories are important. They make our little existence seem meaningful. But the thing with me is that I remember the names, faces of my friends from my elementary school. I remember everything. I still remember their words. It mattered to me. It still matters. Perhaps for them it doesn't. I don't have any better way to know. Yeah! It doesn't matter anyway..

Winter is sometimes a bittersweet, sometimes a painful nostalgic film. Sitting under the winter starry nights I think about those days, those shared laughs, childish games now lost to time, like forgotten keys of an old piano. I wonder if they still remember my name or even my existence like I remember theirs? I think there's a very sacred reason that we never really forget our school days. I believe there's definitely something sacred in this.

It's been more than a decade now. Alot of things have changed. I too, have changed with the same passage of time. I no longer ask these questions, for they are not meant to be solved. I suppose. Perhaps they still remember the old friendships. What's really in a name? What's really in a face? Yeah! I guess it doesn't matter anyway.

— Dev

[thedeadpoetsraven]

Cascading Falls, Albert Bierstadt (1879)

[thedeadpoetsraven]

It was like walking into the sun, being with you, it was like walking into the sun for the first time after a terribly long winter.

— Unknown

[thedeadpoetsraven]

I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

[thedeadpoetsraven]

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.

— Joan Powers

[thedeadpoetsraven]

To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.

— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

[thedeadpoetsraven]

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛, 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚.

— Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

[thedeadpoetsraven]

Some loves are like apples—easy, sweet, soon gone.

Ours was a pomegranate: hard-earned, messy, but worth every drop.

— Unknown