Literature · Reflection
SEPARATION
“Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it inflames the great.” ― Roger de Bussy-Rabutin Separation. Edvard Munch. 1896.
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Reflections · Essay
MY DAILY WALK HOME ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK
My daily walk home… There is a river on my right fast flowing deep and dark water these leaves being dragged along twirling, what a curious sight High up a blackness of one cloud when I am starting to talk to you and even though you are not here mist forms a cover like a
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Reflections · Reflection
LEONARDO DA VINCI ~ TIME
I have wasted my hours. Leonardo da Vinci The Hours Arthur Hacker – 1906
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Literature · Reflection
VLADIMIR NABOKOV ~ THE RAIN
“Do not be angry with the rain; it simply does not know how to fall upwards.” ― Vladimir Nabokov
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Literature · Reflection
OSCAR WILDE ~ THE IMPORTANCE OF CONVERSATION
“The bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation.” Oscar Wilde
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Literature · Reflection
JAMES FREY ~ DESPAIR
“The wounds that never heal can only be mourned alone.” ― James Frey, A Million Little Pieces The Swan of Tuonela Akseli Gallen-Kallela – 1904-1905
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Art · Reflection
GLENN GOULD ~ ON BEING AN ARTIST
“If an artist wants to use his mind for creative work, cutting oneself off from society is a necessary thing” ― Glenn Gould
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Poetry · Reflection
THOMAS HARDY ~ ON POETRY
Poetry is emotion put into measure. The emotion must come by nature, but the measure can be acquired by art. Thomas Hardy, 1840-1928 British novelist and poet, note written in 1899 Painting Thomas Hardy by William Strang, 1893
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Literature · Reflection
MARCEL PROUST ~ PARADISE LOST
“The true paradises are the paradises that we have lost.” Marcel Proust. Paradise Lost Geza Farago – 1903 www.moniquespassions.com
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Poetry · Reflection
ALFRED TENNYSON ~ MEMORIES
“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.” ― Alfred Tennyson Memories John White Alexander – circa 1903
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