"... What we have here is a dreamer. Someone completely out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she would fly."
— The Virgin Suicides
a midsummer night's dream (1999)
“[…] Lingering onward dreamily / In an evening of July;”
— Lewis Carroll, from “Of Alice in Wonderland”
“She had rooms in her mind that she would not look into.”
— Wallace Stegner, from “Angle of Repose”
1913: A fourteen-year-old Fred Astaire and his sister Adele at the Delaware Water Gap, Pennsylvania, where they spent several summers resting and recharging between stage engagements.
“How I did waste and exhaust my heart.”
— Anne Carson, The Anthropology of Water
I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart... I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly.
- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath
“Now she shines [ ] like the rose-fingered moon rising after sundown, erasing all stars around her, and pouring light equally across the salt sea and over densely flowered fields lucent under dew.”
— Sappho, excerpt of To Atthis (tr. by Willis Barnstone)
Flowers, unknown.
“…she bloomed in his hands.”
— Anais Nin, ‘Little Birds’
(via 89words)
“I shall come from nights Dewdrenched * bringing in my lap Cerulean * rose and violet And I shall light up * all the valiant Waterdrops—”
— Odysseus Elytis, excerpt of Ode 11 (tr. by Kimon Friar)
Necklace
c.1890
Christies
Saint-Saëns At The Piano - This is silent footage of Saint-Saëns playing his Valse Mignonne on the piano. There also happens to be a sound recording of him playing the piece so I have tried to synchronise the footage to the sound recording. It has turned out rather well but I hope to improve it further in the future. Hope you enjoy! ( video courtesy of alexioco)
Kindness and love, [...] these balsamlike remedies.
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Aphorisms on Love and Hate, transl by Marion Faber & Stephen Lehmann, (2015)
I think ‘I adore you’ is such a wonderful phrase,, it’s so soft and loving and feels so safe and comforting
I beg you, hide me from myself.
— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Charles Newman written c. November 1965.