“She Had Apprehended Instinctively The Dual Life—that Outward Existence Which Conforms, The Inward

“October was a beautiful month at Green Gables, when the birches in the hollow turned as golden as sunshine and the maples behind the orchard were royal crimson and the wild cherry trees along the lane put on the loveliest shades of dark red and bronzy green, while the fields sunned themselves in aftermaths.”

— L.M. Montgomery, from Anne Of Green Gables

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.”

— Sylvia Plath, from Elm (via nemophilies)

From Little Women by Louisa May Alcott (1869).

“The snow has quietness in it; no songs,”

— Anne Sexton, from Letter Written During A January Northeaster in “The Complete Poems Of Anne Sexton”

“How I linger to admire, admire, admire the things of this world that are kind, and maybe also troubled— roses in the wind, the sea geese on the steep waves, a love to which there is no reply?”

— Mary Oliver, from Heavy in “Thirst: Poems by Mary Oliver”

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(…) a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.

Bram Stoker, from Dracula (via adrasteiax)

“She was there in the middle of the lake, surrounded by the awestruck swans, a nymph, a real nymph, submerging her skin like roses in the crystalline waters. Her hips like a flower shrouded by foam seemed to turn golden, bathed by the light coming through the leaves. Oh! I saw lilies, roses, snow, gold…”

— Rubén Darío - The Nymph

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