Gustav Klimt, Love, 1895

Gabriel Ferrier

…a mind as stark and wild as the winter, a spirit as clear and fine as my window, and a heart as red and open as my wounded hand.

Catherynne M. Valente, from The Bread We Eat in Dreams

Nona Limmen

Jaroslav Panuška - Vodník, c. 1890-1900

Souls are like dancing puppets. “Realized” Souls and “unrealized” Souls are dancing in the same way. The realized Souls know that God is pulling the strings according to our karmas, whereas the unrealized Souls think that they are dancing by their own effort.

Maharaj Charan Singh

𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙠 𝙥𝙞𝙩

Humanity does not pass through phases as a train passes through stations: being alive, it has the privilege of always moving yet never leaving anything behind. Whatever we have been, in some sort we are still. Neither the form nor the sentiment of this old poetry has passed away without leaving indelible traces on our minds. We shall understand our present, or perhaps our future, the better if we can succeed, by an effort of the historical imagination, in re-constructing that long-lost state of mind for which the allegorical love poem was a natural mode of expression.

C.S Lewis, The Allegory of Love: A Study in Medieval Tradition (1936)

“yknow i think i’ve seen enough walks into a pond and never comes back out”

The Book of Forbidden Knowledge: Black Magic, Superstition, Charms, and Divination