#mo

I've looked at the world for quite a few years now and I've found that if I don't laugh, I'll probably end up crying." - Prince Kheldar of Drasnia ↗

— David Eddings

#kheldar #prince-kheldar #silk #demons

Go to sleep, baby,Mama will sing. Of blue butterflies, and dragonfly wings. Moonlight and sunbeams, raiments so fine. Silver and gold, for baby of mine. Go to sleep, baby. Sister will tell, of wolves and of lambs, and demons who fell.-Pierce's Lullaby Kim Harrison (Black Magic Sanction) ↗

— Kim Harrison

#demons

How does the Authority usually handle storms like this?” “Not well. ↗

— Devon Monk

#humor

Sometimes we have the absolute certainty there's something inside us that's so hideous and monstrous that if we ever search it out we won't be able to stand looking at it. But it's when we're willing to come face to face with that demon that we face the angel. ↗

— Hubert Selby Jr.

#demons

Antonin Artaud wrote on one of his drawings, "Never real and always true," and that is how depression feels. You know that it is not real, that you are someone else, and yet you know that it is absolutely true. ↗

— Andrew Solomon

#depression #reality #truth #demons

Loss alone is but the wounding of a heart; it is memory that makes it our ruin. ↗

— Brian Ruckley

#loss #memory #mourning #moving-on #mourning

It was a fine cry - loud and long - but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow. ↗

— Toni Morrison

#sula #mourning

Do not ruin today with mourning tomorrow. ↗

— Catherynne M. Valente

#philosophy #present-moment #mourning

We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can ↗

— Carrie Jones

#mourning

The others cast themselves down upon the fragrant grass, but Frodo stood awhile still lost in wonder. It seemed to him that he had stepped through a high window that looked on a vanished world. A light was upon it for which his language had no name. All that he saw was shapely, but the shapes seemed at once clear cut, as if they had been first conceived and drawn at the uncovering of his eyes, and ancient as if they had endured for ever. He saw no colour but those he knew, gold and white and blue and green, but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment first perceived them and made for them names new and wonderful. In winter here no heart could mourn for summer or for spring. No blemish or sickness or deformity could be seen in anything that grew upon the earth. On the land of Lórien, there was no stain. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#lorien #lothlorien #purity #mourning