#peter

Here I am of the air, a beautiful thing for the light to shine on. Perhaps you will remember that. I am... ↗

— Paul Auster

#city-of-glass #peter-stillman #beauty

But -- my dear, my heart is BROKEN! I have seen the perfect Peter Wimsey. Height, voice, charm, smile, manner, outline of features, everything -- and he is -- THE CHAPLAIN OF BALLIOL!! What is the use of anything? ... I am absolutely shattered by this Balliol business. Such waste -- why couldn't he have been an actor? ↗

— Dorothy L. Sayers

#characters #identity #lord-peter-wimsey #model #oxford

Tink was not all bad: or, rather, she was all bad just now, but, on the other hand, sometimes she was all good. Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#fairy #peter-pan #tinker-bell #tinkerbell #change

Dove non era riuscito a suo tempo mio padre, riuscì ora il tormento d’amore. Mi dedicai all’arte del bere. Per la mia vita e la mia indole questo avvenimento fu senza dubbio il più importante di tutti quelli narrati finora. Il Dio forte e dolce mi divenne fedele amico e lo è ancora oggi. Chi altrettanto potente? Chi ugualmente bello, fantastico, entusiasta, lieto e malinconico? E’ eroe e mago, seduttore e fratello d’amore. Può l’impossibile; riempe i miseri cuori umani di stuèpendi, bizzarri poemi. Ha trasformato me, eremita e contadino, in re, poeta e saggio. Carica di nuovi destini navi di esistenze divenute ormai vuote e risospinge naufraghi nell’impetuosa corrente della grande vita. Così è il vino. E’ simile a tutti i doni preziosi, a tutte le cose artistiche. Vuole essere amato, ricercato, compreso e conquistato a fatica. Non molti vi riescono, migliaia ne vengono annientati. Li fa invecchiare, li uccide o spegne in loro la fiamma dello spirito. Egli invita invece i suoi prediletti a delle feste e costruisce loro ponti iridescenti verso isole felici. Pone loro, quando sono stanchi, un guanciale sotto il capo e li circonda, quando cadono preda della malinconia, in un abbraccio dolce ed affettuoso, come un amico o una madre consolatrice. Trasforma la nostra esistenza disordinata in un grande mito e suona su un’arpa imponente l’inno della creazione. A volte è un bambino, con lunghi riccioli di seta, le spalle esili e le membra delicate. Si stringe al tuo cuore e allunga il visetto smunto in cerca del tuo, osservandoti stupito e fuori dalla realtà con quei suoi cari occhi spalancati, nelle cui profondità ondeggia umido e luminoso un ricordo del paradiso terrestre e della mai dimenticata discendenza divina, simile a una sorgente sgorgata nella foresta. Questa è la storia della mia gioventù. Se ci ripenso, mi sembra che sia stata breve come una notte d'estate. E perché il Dio incomprensibile mi aveva insinuato nel cuore quel bruciante desiderio d'amore, quando la vita mi aveva già destinato ad essere solitario e poco amato? ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#art

The northern star changes its position every ten thousand years, but friendships can last for all eternity. — RJPeters ↗

— R.J. Peters

#crime #fiction #horror #humor #murder

Each of us may be a diamond-in-the-rough, needing only a muse and a change in circumstance to go from humble caterpillar to majestic butterfly." - Peter Whitmer, Ph.D. ~from The Inner Elvis: A Psychological Biography of Elvis Aaron Presley ↗

— Peter Whitmer

#peter-whitmer #change

In an age of hope men looked up at the night sky and saw “the heavens." In an age of hopelessness they call it simply “space. ↗

— Peter Kreeft

#hopelessness #humanity #peter-kreeft #age

He said that we belonged together because he was born with a flower and I was born with a butterfly and that flowers and butterflies need each other for survival. ↗

— Gemma Malley

#butterflies #butterfly #death #flower #flowers

I love you Anna Covey,' he said, his voice barely audible. And slowly, clumsily, he leant forward, and his lips found hers, and Anna felt him kiss her awkwardly, she knew that she wasn't a Surplus any more. And nor was Peter. ↗

— Gemma Malley

#death #declaration #gemma #kiss #life

Some of these guys will go on walking long after the laws of biochemistry and handicapping have gone by the boards. There was a guy last year that crawled for two miles at four miles an hour after both of his feet cramped up at the same time, you remember reading about that? Look at Olson, he's worn out but he keeps going. That goddam Barkovitch is running on high-octane hate and he just keeps going and he's as fresh as a daisy. I don't think I can do that. I'm not tired -not really tired- yet. But I will be." The scar stood out on the side of his haggard face as he looked ahead into the darkness "And I think... when I get tired enough... I think I'll just sit down ↗

— Stephen King

#peter-mcvries #resignation #tiredness #death