Move over Harley this imposter ain’t half bad
A musician will compose a song for his listeners utilizing the truths from his heart and soul and a good musician will do the same with the exception of considering the truths from the heart and souls of his listeners.
Elsa Lanchester in The Bride of Frankenstein (1935)
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“A life spent making mistakes, is so much better than a life spent doing nothing.”
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“There is pain in who we are, and the pain of love – because love itself is an opening and a wound – is a pain no one escapes except by escaping life itself.” — Jeanette Winterson, On Djuna Barnes (via frenchtwist)
“She was tied to the moon by long threads of red tangled blood. She moved like a woman tied to the moon … it enveloped her and it opened her to an absolute night without dawn.” — Anaïs Nin, Snowdrops of winter … crocuses of spring, from Aphrodisiac (via frenchtwist)
“I am engulfed,
I succumb …
s’abîmer / to be engulfed
Outburst of annihilation which affects the amorous
subject in despair or fulfillment.”
— Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse (via frenchtwist)
“I lift to you
My bowl of kisses,
And through the temple’s
Blue recesses
Cry out to you
In wild caresses.”
— D.H. Lawrence, from Mystery (via frenchtwist)
“Infatuation. First Love. Lust.
My passion can be explained away. But this is sure: whatever she touches, she reveals.”
— Jeanette Winterson, The Passion (via frenchtwist)
“One beast and only one howls in the woods by night. The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he’s as cunning as he is ferocious; once he’s had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do…” — Angela Carter, The Company of Wolves (via frenchtwist)
“Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.” — Jorge Luis Borges, The Threatened One (via frenchtwist)
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“[W]e lie in each other’s arms
eyes shut and fingers open
and all the colors of the world
pass through our bodies like strings of fire.”
— Marge Piercy, from Colors Passing Through Us (via frenchtwist)