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(Source: thereadersdesire)
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amberrylamb
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(Source: cleverbouquetwhispers)
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Flower Carpet roses in cottage garden by tesselaarusa
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"— pale were the sweet lips I saw,
Pale were the lips I kiss’d, and fair the form
I floated with, about that melancholy storm."– John Keats, from On a Dream.
(via megairea)
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Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes.
Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself.
The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (1982)
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She spoke then, on being so entreated.—What did she say?—Just what she ought, of course. A lady always does.—She said enough to shew there need not be despair—and to invite him to say more himself.
– Jane Austen, Emma, Volume III, Chapter XIII
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"I have in me like a haze
Which holds and which is nothing
A nostalgia for nothing at all,
The desire for something vague."– Fernando Pessoa, opening lines to “[I have in me like a haze],” trans. Richard Zenith, Fernando Pessoa and Co.: Selected Poems (Grove Press, 1998)(Source: memoryslandscape)
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"I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness."– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via nemophilies)
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What are men compared to rocks and mountains?
Pride and Prejudice (2005) dir Joe Wright
