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Heiliger Hain / Sacred Grove [1886]

Artist: Arnold Böcklin

“Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.”

“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”; Complete Poems — Robert Frost

I can relate to this

Clear your mind here

The number of my hands are not enough to hold you entirely.

The ability to sit down with another person and talk for hours, about anything and everything, is more attractive to me than anything else.

Koi Fresco (via deeplifequotes)

You don’t have to promise me the moon or the stars. Just promise you’ll stand under them with me and always keep me in your heart.

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Sunset over the Winter Forest by Heinrich Gogarten (1850-1911)

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