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His idea was still with me, because it was not a vapour sunshine could disperse, nor a sand-traced effigy storms could wash away; it was a name graven on a tablet, fated to last as long as the marble it inscribed.
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
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laura’s endless list of favourites ● movies ➼ the mummy returns "My friend, there is a fine line between coincidence and fate."
Boris Vallejo
The leaves of the gingko open, tiny fans fracturing light into a likeness of repose.
In the stone garden toothed circles signify pools deep enough to drown in, the white weight of clouds, a silence obliterating sight.
Everything condenses: the first island envelops its shuttered house in leafage, the well shapes its mouth in a continual gesture to unslaked thirst.
Past the willow hung bridge, past the oleanders and darkening moss, the formal sprigs recede toward the second island, the third, where spirits disrobe in moonlight— love having acquired the transparency of grief or loss.
It at this moment I will myself to you, the air sharp with crickets' cries, a clairvoyance of no consolation.
Sansho-En: In the Garden of the Three Islands by Luisa A. Igloria
“…if in this moment, I will myself to you…”
“Cantref y Gwaelod" by Alan Lee
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Totem Poles, Kitseukla (1912) - Emily Carr (1871–1945)
“With love you don’t bargain. There, the choice is not yours. Love is a mirror, it reflects only your essence, if you have the courage to look in its face.” ― Rumi With love you cannot bargain there, the choice is not yours. Love is a mirror, it reflects only your essence, if you have the courage to look in its face. To the parched lips of those who are willing to surrender. Love will bring the wine that changes darkness into vision, cruelty into compassion and dust into precious incense. Love means to reach for the sky and with every breath to tear a hundred veils. Love means to step away from the ego, to open the eyes of inner vision and not to take this world so seriously. Image: Eternal Lovers Mahaboka
“…to the patched lips of those who are willing to surrender…”
"The Lady of the Decoration" (1914), by Harry Clarke.
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'things there are no words for, but should be', tatheve simonyan
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In the Silence of the Green Garden, 2024. Bat Ella. Acrylic, oil and pigments on canvas.
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How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and over our heads the grey light unwinds in turning fans.
Pablo Neruda - 'Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair'
80 years ago, on May 6, 1944, one month to the day before D-Day, Lt. Albert Lanker of the 31st Photo Reconnaissance Squadron flew his F-5 Lightning fast and low over a beach on the Normandy coast. His job was to photograph the beach obstructions for the planners of the invasion.
