"I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases…"

- Pablo Neruda (via observando)

(via journalofanobody)

"

I love the word warm.
It is almost unbearable —
so moist and breathlike.

I feel the earth like a nurse,
curing me of winter.
I feel the earth,
its worms oiling upward,
the ants ticking,
the oak leaf rotting like feces
and the oats rising like angels.

In the beginning,
summer is a sense
of this earth,
or of yourself.

"

- Anne Sexton, from Letters To Dr. Y. (via violentwavesofemotion)

catonhottinroof:

 George Carlson
Passage at Dusk

"Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun."

- W. B. Yeats, The Wind Among the Reeds (via tri-ciclo)

(via journalofanobody)

catonhottinroof:

Leon Bakst 
Decor for “Boris Godunov”, 1913
catonhottinroof:

 Isaak Brodsky
The Fairy Tale, 1911
fleurdulys:

Silence - Richard Bergh

"And at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells."

- Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince (via listentothestories)

(via katherinebeatricemuseum)

"Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them."

- Marcus Aurelius (via petrichour)

(Source: veuveperdue, via requiemforthepast)

wetreesinart:

Edward Steichen (Lux.-Am. 1879-1973), Road into the Valley - Moonrise, 1906, photogravure, 16,3 x 20,6 cm, Paris, musée d’Orsay