#pear

It is something to have gazed on the constellated white, felt it running from the eyes and the pores: the salt of love. It is something to have whispered wild thank-yous in the only ways we know how. ↗

— Bryana Johnson

#free-verse #hamlet #poetry-life #shakespeare #the-quintessence-of-dust

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#julius-caesar #mark-antony #william-shakespeare #death

Having soon discovered to be great, I must appear so, and therefore studiously avoided mixing in society, and wrapped myself in mystery, devoting my time to fasting and prayer. ↗

— Nat Turner

#avoided #devoting #discovered #fasting #great

It isn't the happy ending Ingrid and I had dreamed up, but it's all a part of what I'm working through. The way life changes. The way people and things disappear. Then appear, unexpectedly, and hold you close. ↗

— Nina LaCour

#disappear #happy-ending #inspiration #life #love

Whenever a theory appears to you as the only possible one, take this as a sign that you have neither understood the theory nor the problem which it was intended to solve. ↗

— Karl Popper

#intended #neither #nor #only #possible

Death and burial were a public spectacle. Shakespeare may have seen for himself the gravediggers at St Ann's, Soho, playing skittles with skulls and bones. ↗

— Catharine Arnold

#shakespeare #skittles #skulls #death

No chemical process shows a more wonderful activity than the transforming influence of the thoughts we imagine to be going on in another. ↗

— George Eliot

#imagination

To die, is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her, Is self from self: a deadly banishment! What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by? Unless it be to think that she is by, And feed upon the shadow of perfection. Except I be by Silvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale; Unless I look on Silvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon; She is my essence, and I leave to be, If I be not by her fair influence Foster'd, illumin'd, cherish'd, kept alive. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#love #shakespeare #love

It was unsettling, Laurel thought, suppressing a shiver, how quickly a person's presence could be erased, how easily civilization gave way to wilderness. ↗

— Kate Morton

#disapearing #kate-morton #the-secret-keeper #death

Love is an emotion which does not die it disappears. ↗

— Amit Abraham

#disappear #emotion #love #romance-love #love