Thursday, December 30, 2010

Alis volat propriis



"And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually."
-Jimi Hendrix



"I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world."
-Albert Camus.




"You have peace,” the old woman said, “when you make it with yourself."
-Mitch Albom.



"I always thought insanity would be a dark, bitter feeling, but it is drenching and delicious if you really roll around in it."
- Kathryn Stockett.






"I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald.





Her life improved dramatically when she decided to break the rules and find beauty where she’d been told there was none. Anonymous  



"You don’t understand women. They don’t admire you half so much as you admire yourselves."
-George Eliot.





"He had never thought of himself as much of a praying man, but as he sat in the car in the growing darkness and the minutes passed, he knew what it was to pray. It was to will goodness out of evil, hope out of despair, life out of death. It was to will dreams into existence and spectres into reality. It was to will an end to anguish and a beginning to joy."
- Elizabeth George.





"Imagination is the one weapon in the war against reality."
- Jules de Gaultier.










"I am infinitely strange to myself."
- John Fowles.







"I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew."
- Anne Rice.






"I cant go back to yesterday because I was a different person then."
-Lewis Carroll.





"They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself."
- Andy Warhol.




"But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts have left their places vacant, in their rooms come thronging soft and delicate desires . . ."
- Shakespeare.




". . . the moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding-places."
- Mary Shelley.





"Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning him-self to let it eat him away."
- Charles Dickens.




Via Tziganes, The Killing Moon and .la douleur exquise.

"Alis Volat Propriis" translates as "She flies with her own wings". Happy 2011!! xoxo

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