Tuesday, 21 June 2011

This june bug street sings low and lovely

The secret place
Where lovers meet
In long embrace
In purple dark
In silvered kiss
Forget the world
And grasp your bliss
A.S. Byatt, Possession

Monday, 20 June 2011

We'll walk this road together through the storm, whatever weather cold or warm - just lettin' you know that you're not alone

She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see,
except standing there leaning on the balcony railing,
holding the universe together.
J. D. Salinger

Let us bathe you in our heart 'cause we are fires in the night

You must always look with both of your eyes and listen with both of your ears. He says this is a very big world and there are many many things you could miss if you are not careful. There are remarkable things all the time, right in front of us, but our eyes have like the clouds over the sun and our lives are paler and poorer if we do not see them for what they are. If nobody speaks of remarkable things, how can they be called remarkable?
Jon McGregor, If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things

Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Love, genuine passionate love, was his for the first time

Φανταστείτε ένα πρόσωπο ανίκανο να διαπράξει ένα αισθηματικό ή αριθμητικό λάθος· φανταστείτε έναν χαρακτήρα απελπιστικά γαλήνιο· μια αφοσίωση χωρίς καμία προσποίηση και χωρίς στόμφο· μια γλυκύτητα χωρίς καμία αδυναμία· μια δύναμη χωρίς καμία βιαιότητα.
ΕΡΩΜΕΝΕΣ, Charles Baudelaire

Here comes the feeling you thought you'd forgotten

She also said she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she meant, and he held out his hand expectantly.
“Surely you know what a kiss is?” she asked, aghast.
“I shall know when you give it to me,” he replied stiffly, and not to hurt his feeling she gave him a thimble.
J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Thursday, 9 June 2011

Ten years older than I was what I brought you down to see, what I thought would make you fall in love

Tie your heart at night to mine, love,
and both will defeat the darkness
like twin drums beating in the forest
against the heavy wall of wet leaves.

Tie Your Heart At Night To Mine, Love, by Pablo Neruda

Sunday, 5 June 2011

Mr writer why don't you tell it like it really is, why don't you tell it like it always is, before you go on home

When adults say, “teenagers think they are invincible” with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don’t know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die.
John Green, Looking for Alaska