Antonio Canova (1757-1822) – Aphrodite et Adonis

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Antonio Canova (1757-1822) – Aphrodite et Adonis
““The ancient Greeks believed that when you read aloud, it was actually the dead, borrowing your tongue, in order to speak again.””
— - A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki (via katiesclassicbooks)
“The moral of the story is I will gut you if I need to. I will carve my way out using only my teeth.”
— Brenna Twohy, from Swallowtail
“Inside, I am everything and nothing.”
— Cecília Meireles, tr. by Natalie D’Arbeloff, from “How To Recognize The Road: To Die,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Caravaggio - The Martyrdom of St Matthew (detail), 1599-1600. Oil on canvas
Romeo and Juliet Illustration by Sergio Cupido
“Autumn is here with its full clouds and intelligent earth. My love, the year has reached its maturity.”
— Nâzım Hikmet, from “Poems for Piraye; The Collected Poems of N. H.,”
by Sarah Bahbah
“The self is not a fixed, organic thing, but a dramatic effect that emerges from a performance. This effect can be believed or disbelieved at will.”
— Jia Tolentino, from “The I in Internet” in Trick Mirror
Castle ~ The Secret Garden, by Mike Savad.
Claire Danes and Leonardo DiCaprio in Romeo + Juliet (1996)
Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don’t want to die.”
‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, August 3rd, 1930’