#donne

Meet me where the sky touches the sea. Wait for me where the world begins. ↗

— Jennifer Donnelly

#the-tea-rose #the-winter-rose #tea

I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where's that wiseman, that would not be I, If she would not deny? Then as th' earth's inward narrow crooked lanes Do purge sea water's fretful salt away, I thought, if I could draw my pains Through rhyme's vexation, I should them allay. Grief brought to numbers cannot be so fierce, For he tames it, that fetters it in verse. But when I have done so, Some man, his art and voice to show, Doth set and sing my pain; And, by delighting many, frees again Grief, which verse did restrain. To love and grief tribute of verse belongs, But not of such as pleases when 'tis read. Both are increased by such songs, For both their triumphs so are published, And I, which was two fools, do so grow three; Who are a little wise, the best fools be. ↗

— John Donne

#the-triple-fool #art

Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deniest me is; Me it sucked first, and now sucks thee, And in this flea our two bloods mingled be; Thou know’st that this cannot be said A sin, or shame, or loss of maidenhead, Yet this enjoys before it woo, And pampered swells with one blood made of two, And this, alas, is more than we would do. Oh stay, three lives in one flea spare, Where we almost, nay more than married are. This flea is you and I, and this Our mariage bed and mariage temple is; Though parents grudge, and you, we are met, And cloisterd in these living walls of jet. Though use make you apt to kill me, Let not to that, self-murder added be, And sacrilege, three sins in killing three. Cruel and sudden, hast thou since Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence? Wherein could this flea guilty be, Except in that drop which it sucked from thee? Yet thou triumph’st, and say'st that thou Find’st not thy self, nor me the weaker now; ’Tis true; then learn how false, fears be: Just so much honor, when thou yield’st to me, Will waste, as this flea’s death took life from thee. ↗

— John Donne

#poem #songs-and-sonnets #sonnet #the-flea #death

Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm. ↗

— Jennifer Donnelly

#jennifer-donnelly #revolution #urban #beauty

True and false fears let us refrain, Let us love nobly, and live, and add again Years and years unto years, till we attain To write threescore ; this is the second of our reign. ↗

— John Donne

#donne #love

[M]an is not an island, he is more like a spaghetti junction. ↗

— Elizabeth Cooke

#law #property-law #relationships #relationship

She's got a big belt around her hips. It has a shiny buckle with PRADA on it, which is Italian for insecure. ↗

— Jennifer Donnelly

#jennifer-donnelly #revolution #urban #young-adult-series #historical

Some of her last words to me, Mason, were 'I believe in fate and I believe you were supposed to walk into my life, so Mason could walk into yours.” I know she can’t be wrong. ↗

— Ella Frank

#exquisite #lena-o-donnell #mason-langley #life

Richard Donner is one of the few directors in Hollywood that can make whatever movie he wants exactly the way he wants it. No one will stop him. ↗

— Larry Wachowski

#donner #exactly #few #him #hollywood

Donner likes what he does and enjoys being on a set. He doesn't have to do it, its not like he has to make the rent. When I get to be his age and still enjoy what I'm doing like him, I'd be lucky. ↗

— Ethan Embry

#being #does #doing #donner #enjoy