quotes

Anais Nin

Fri, 01 Nov 2013 00:42:00 +0100

I must be a mermaid... I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

Isle of Blood

Thu, 01 Aug 2013 20:05:39 +0100

And red is not the color of apples or roses of the dresses that pretty girls wear in summertime.
That is not the color of red at all.

More Laertes

Thu, 01 Aug 2013 20:02:21 +0100

This nothing's more than matter.

Into the Labyrinth

Sat, 27 Jul 2013 19:17:09 +0100

Jareth: Sarah, beware. I have been generous up ‘til now. I can be cruel.
Sarah: Generous? What have you done that’s generous?
Jareth: Everything! Everything that you wanted I have done. You asked that the child be taken. I took him. You cowered before me, I was frightening. I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you! I am exhausted from living up to your expectations. Isn’t that generous?

Jareth Quote

Sat, 27 Jul 2013 19:16:13 +0100

I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.

Exchange between Hamlet, Guildenstern, and Rosencrantz

Thu, 25 Jul 2013 20:59:16 +0100

Guildenstern: On Fortune's cap we are not the button.
Hamlet: Nor the soles of her shoes?
Rosencrantz: Neither, my lord.
Hamlet:Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favors?
Guildenstern: Faith, her privates we.
Hamlet: In the secret parts of Fortune? Oh, most true. She is a strumpet.

More from Laertes

Thu, 25 Jul 2013 20:51:51 +0100

Mad call I it, for, to define true madness,
What is 't but to be nothing else but mad?

Laertes Quote

Thu, 25 Jul 2013 20:54:21 +0100

“This above all, to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man."

Mark Rothko

Wed, 24 Jul 2013 16:07:06 +0100

Silence is so accurate.

Poe

Sun, 14 Jul 2013 19:09:48 +0100

"The angels are not more pure than the heart of a young man who loves with fervor," [says Madame Dudevant]. The hyperbole is scarcely less than true. It would be truth itself, were it averred of the love of him who is at the same time young and a poet. The boyish poet-love is indisputably that one of the human sentiments which most nearly realizes our dreams of the chastened voluptuousness of heaven."