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We can never be conscious of power until we learn that all power is from within.
-Charles Haanel, The Master Key System

9 24
2023-02-27

“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”

~ Zelda Fitzgerald

🎨 Source: Daydreams and Moonbeams


16 60
2022-11-29

“O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear…”

~ Walt Whitman

🎨 The Fishercat by spocha


5 17
2022-11-08

“There it must be, I think, in the vast and eternal laws of matter, and not in the daily cares and sins and troubles of men, that whatever is more than animal within us must find its solace and its hope. I hope, or I could not live.”

The Island Of Doctor Moreau

3 9
2022-08-15

The seventeenth of March. In other words, spring. Desmond, people who think themselves smart, I mean those in the height of fashion, women or men - can they afford to wait any longer before buying their spring wardrobes?

Colette, Cheri and The Last of Cheri

4 20
2022-06-06

“Suppose we change the subject,” the March Hare interrupted, yawning. “I’m getting tired of this. I vote the young lady tells us a story.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know one,” said Alice, rather alarmed at the proposal.

16 34
2022-04-18

“Yes, I'll smile, indeed, through tears and weeping
Sing my songs where evil holds its sway,
Hopeless, a steadfast hope forever keeping,
I shall live! You thoughts of grief, away!”

~ Lesia Ukrainka, Contra spem spero!

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Art: Mariya Prymachenko

6 22
2022-03-14

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

Bram Stoker
Dracula


(Folio Edition)

3 10
2022-01-17

You, you alone will have the stars as no one else has them. In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing when you look at the sky at night

The Little Prince

3 15
2021-12-14

Some one came knocking
At my wee, small door; ...
But nought there was a-stirring
In the still dark night;
Only the busy beetle
Tap-tapping in the wall,
Only from the forest
The screech-owl’s call ...
—Walter de la Mare

7 20
2021-09-06