The Bed-Time Book, by Helen Hay Whitney, 1907. by Jessie Willcox Smith, one of America’s most popular & prolific children’s

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Shona MacDonald, llustration of 'The Cat and the Moon' as part of the book 'The Moon Spun Round' a collection of poetry by W. B. Yeats, edited by Noreen Doody, and published by the O'Brien Press, 2016.
https://t.co/9lTtwGwNZI

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"... and then I shut my eyes, and put my hands over them and whisper the word, and the Alala comes. I only do this at night in my room or in certain woods that I know, but I must not describe them, as they are secret woods." (Arthur Machen)

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'A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is.'
-Jean Rhys

🎨Edmund Dulac

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All the world will be your enemy…But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.

—Watership Down, Richard Adams✨

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"Out yonder, under the shining vault,
among men the saying goes: "Man, be thyself!"
At home here with us, 'mid the tribe of the trolls,
the saying goes: "Troll, to thyself be-enough!" (Ibsen)

🎨 Kittelsen

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Some people think that there are no fairies. But it is a wide world, and plenty of room in it for fairies, without people seeing them; unless, of course, they look in the right place.

Charles Kingsley 
The Water-Babies

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“There is something waiting for us at the edge of the woods, and it is our fate to meet it…”

— Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves



🌾 JustinONealArt

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“The music of white dances softly around
The soft silence & blue are bound
Purple is calm, the sound soft & sweet
The color lightness of a rainbow is a hypnotic beat
In yellow, the silence is loud
While red is a yell, robust and proud”

~ Jennifer Betts


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"He scarcely ever wears a blade, except as a matter of show. He groans if he has to ride a few miles on a horse. Don Diego is about as dangerous as a lizard basking in the sun."

The Mark of Zorro | Johnston McCulley (1924)


🖼️Omar Rayyan

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“The Bhean-Nimhir, the Nighean Imhir… the Serpent Woman, the Daughter of Ivor-“ […] Then he remembered an old tale of the isles, and his heart sank, because the tale was of a woman of the underworld who could suck the soul out of a man through his lips…

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Bookish Coda:

“Second to the right, and straight on till morning."

“That, Peter had told Wendy, was the way to the Neverland; but even birds, carrying maps and consulting them at windy corners, could not have sighted it with these instructions.”
—Peter Pan

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“I was dead and drowned. I lay on the bottom of the fishhouse creek looking up at the night sky through a low tide. I could make out amber lights of stars and the moon dulled by the peat water of the creek."
―Mark Richard, Fishboy

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“… some watery hell, where the air grew stagnant, and no sound disturbed the slumbers of the kraken.” (Poe)

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'About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.'
-Virginia Woolf

🎨Constantin Meunier

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‘I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.’
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

🖼 The Coming of Night, Wilfrid de Glehn, 1897. 

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“There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath...”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, the Whale
🎨by Anton Lomaev

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“A brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
Dash’d all to pieces.”
Miranda, The Tempest, Act 1, Sc 2

Image: John William Waterhouse, 1916

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"The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy...The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural & wonderful existence. It is nothing but love & emotion; it is the Living Infinite."

- Jules Verne

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‘Oh, ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody—
Sit ye near some old Cavern’s Mouth and brood…’
—John Keats
‘On the Sea’
🎨 Balke

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