Григорий Мальков (ironsea) wrote,
Григорий Мальков

Много. Долго. Без спешки и опаски.

There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


The wind is us - it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields.
— Truman Capote

Sofiane Sylve and Vito Mazzeo in Wheeldon’s Continuum pas de deux

She became more and more aware of dark corners and the promise of secret places.
— Sylvia Plath

Melanie Schiff

When snow melts, what does it become?”
“It becomes water, of course”
“Wrong. It becomes spring.
— Natsuki Takaya

Roberto Demitri

Ruth Bernhard At the Pool 1951

Karolina Kuras

I wish to live a life that causes my soul to dance inside my body.
— Dele Olanubi

Forests have secrets,’ he said gently. ‘It’s practically what they’re for. To hide things. To separate one world from another.’
— Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente

Greta by Kay Ruhe

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.
— Plato

Lily Donaldson by Sebastian Kim for Vogue Australia September 2016

Vogue 1977

Amber Valetta for Jil Sander FW 1995

Fernando Schlaepfer

Lauren Peele

Диана Ганеева

Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of the gods
— Ralph Waldo Emerson

…Madness is not hysteria. It can be very quiet…
— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters

The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
— Annie Dillard

I said, I prefer the ocean when it’s gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.
— Lauren Oliver

‘I burn, I shiver; out of the sun, into this shadow.’
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves

I am a cemetery abhorred by the moon,
In which long worms crawl like remorse.
— Charles Baudelaire, from ‘The Flowers of Evil’

The flower doesn’t dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.
— Mark Nepo | The Book of Awakening

Bogdan Łopieński, „Beata Tyszkiewicz II”, 1965

Milla Jovovich

— (æm əˈræn θɪn, adjective) 1. A rare and ancient word, amaranthine is defined as an eternal, undying and immortal beauty, particularly that of a flower. 2. a purplish-red color.

We all have souls of different ages.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
— Sylvia Plath

And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.
— Roald Dahl

Crista Cober

I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty… you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.
— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

Günter Blum : Female nude with cigarette

Lucien Clergue

Jeanloup Sieff : Nu cas sur un lit mou, 1969

It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
— E.M. Forster, A Room with a View

F. Beneviste

Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder.
— Anita Krizzan

“I’ll come and make love to you at five o'clock. If I’m late start without me.”
― Tallulah Bankhead

© Christian Coigny

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
— Lewis Carroll

I don’t want to be with a [person] whose heart belongs to somebody else. Just once, I want to be somebody’s first choice.
— Jenny Han, To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before

© Katia Chausheva

The darkness is your mother; she behooves reverence, since the mother is dangerous. She has power over you, since she gave birth to you. Honor the darkness as the light, and you will illumine your darkness.
— Carl Gustav Jung, from ‘The Red Book: Liber Novus’

I love life, I love life to death.
— ⚫️ Emanuelle Riva, French actress ( 1927-2017 )

If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.
— Oscar Wilde

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

New York fashion photographer Joseph Paradiso Yuki

She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.
— Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

the philogynist

by Lauren Withrow

Natasha Poly / The Last Magazine Spring Summer 2009 by Camilla Åkrans

Elif Sanem Karakoç

The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.
— Carl Jung

© Patrizia Moretti 2016

Jock Sturges - Last Day of Summer

I am drowning, my dear, in seas of fire.
— Virginia Woolf - from To The Lighthouse

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