#poetic

I was really exposed to great old-time literature - the classics, the poetic realists like Strindberg and Ibsen and all those guys. I was really inspired by all those guys. That's when writing became a primary focus. ↗

— Kurt Sutter

#classics #exposed #focus #great #guys

O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics - Unless I am down with rheumatics. ↗

— Quintus Ennius

#down #english #friend #i #i am

Whole life is a search for beauty. But, when the beauty is found inside, the search ends and a beautiful journey begins. ↗

— Harshit Walia

#indian-fiction #inner-beauty #journey #life #philosophical

Blinded by the opaque veil of mortality, her eyes are always sealed, like a tomb She wants to know- wants to feel that fire, the brightness of the moon So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite. ↗

— Jessica Sorensen

#death

Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#death

Blinded by the opaque veil of mortality, her eyes are always sealed, like a tomb She wants to know- wants to feel that fire, the brightness of the moon So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite. So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite. ↗

— Jessica Sorensen

#death

In the midst of a foggy field, the answers are hidden But the impossible journey deems them forbidden. ↗

— Jessica Sorensen

#death

You don't ask questions of an attic ↗

— Barbara Kingsolver

#profound #telling #dreams

The displacement of water is equal to the something of something. ↗

— William Faulkner

#prose #the-sound-and-the-fury #william-faulkner #equality

The ANZACs, clinging lost and leaderless to the hillsides, began, as the hot afternoon gave way to grey drizzle, to experience their martyrdom. ↗