Sunday, February 27, 2011

"Need-love says of a woman, "I cannot live without her"; Gift-love longs to give her happiness, comfort, protection...appreciative love gazes and holds its breath and is silent, rejoices that such a wonder should exist even if not for him, will not be wholly dejected by losing her, would rather have it so than never to have seen her at all." 
-C.S. Lewis

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

jewel tones




oneday


"One day, when I am a braver man, I will tell her these things, and then I will look her in the eye tell her I love her and ask her to be only mine. But until that day, we're just friends."
-Charlie Huston





snippet

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

la la la la love

thedame:

jay3jr:


JIM: Four years ago, I was just a guy who had a crush on a girl who had a boyfriend. And I had to do the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to do, which was just to… wait. Don’t get me wrong, I flirted with her. Pam, I can now admit, in front of friends and family, that I do know how to make a photocopy. Didn’t need your help that many times. And, uh, do you remember how long it took you to teach me how to drive stick?
PAM: Like, a year.
JIM: I’ve been driving stick since high school. For a really long time, that’s all I had. I just had little moments with a girl who saw me as a friend. And a lot of people told me I was crazy to wait this long for a date with a girl who I worked with. But, I think, even then, I knew that… I was waiting for my wife.

Hopeless Romantic Blog ‘11.

Ok, my cold, frozen heart just melted…

JIM: Four years ago, I was just a guy who had a crush on a girl who had a boyfriend. And I had to do the hardest thing that I’ve ever had to do, which was just to… wait. Don’t get me wrong, I flirted with her. Pam, I can now admit, in front of friends and family, that I do know how to make a photocopy. Didn’t need your help that many times. And, uh, do you remember how long it took you to teach me how to drive stick?

PAM: Like, a year.

JIM: I’ve been driving stick since high school. For a really long time, that’s all I had. I just had little moments with a girl who saw me as a friend. And a lot of people told me I was crazy to wait this long for a date with a girl who I worked with. But, I think, even then, I knew that… I was waiting for my wife.

l'art

I had an assignment in my French course to take a virtual tour of a French museum. I chose le musee du Louvre, and must say I found it wonderfully lovely to stroll through the site without other people's heads blocking my view and being free to zoom as much as I wanted. Then using the handy dandy google to find it's meaning or background information. I preferred art about Greek mythology but there is so much history and fiction to be discovered all over. I definitely recommend a trip to Le Louvre if you have a minute.


This is an image of Canova's 'Cupid and Psyche' taken from the Louvre Museum in Paris. I absolutely adore this, and I mean it's in the spirit of Valentine's day.


and to add a taste of bitterness, a portrait of Psyche after Cupid breaks her heart. I think the sadness in her eyes is captured so beautifully.

Their story:

Once upon a time there was a king with three daughters. They were all beautiful, but by far the most beautiful was the youngest, Psyche. She was so beautiful that people began to neglect the worship of Venus, the goddess of love and beauty. Venus was very jealous, and asked her son Cupid (the boy with the arrows) to make Psyche fall in love with a horrible monster. When he saw how beautiful she was, Cupid dropped the arrow meant for her and pricked himself, and fell in love with her.

Despite her great beauty no-one wanted to marry Psyche. Her parents consulted an oracle, and were told that she was destined to marry a monster, and they were to take her to the top of a mountain and leave her there. The west wind took her and wafted her away to a palace, where she was waited on by invisible servants. When night came her new husband visited her, and told her that he would always visit her by night and she must never try to see him.

Although her invisible husband was kind and gentle with her, and the invisible servants attended to her every desire, Psyche grew homesick. She persuaded her husband to allow her sisters to visit her. When they saw how she lived they became very jealous and talked Psyche into peeking at her husband, saying that he was a monster who was fattening her up to be eaten and that her only chance of safety was to kill him. Psyche took a lamp and a knife, but when she saw her beautiful husband, Cupid, she was so surprised she dripped some hot wax onto his shoulder, waking him. He took in the situation at a glance and immediately left Psyche and the magnificent palace she had been living in disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Psyche roamed about looking for her husband, and eventually in desperation approached his mother, Venus. Still angry, the goddess set various tasks for Psyche, all of which she passed, with a bit of help from ants and river gods. At last Cupid found out what was going on, and he persuaded Jupiter to order Venus to stop her persecution of Psyche. Then they were married and lived happily ever after - and it really was ever after since Psyche was made a goddess.

you'll see

Sunday, February 6, 2011

The Butterfly Circus




absolutely beautiful. i couldn't help but tear up

past








































A Very Long Engagement




"Mathilde leans back against her chair, folds her hands in her lap, and looks at him. In the sweetness of the air, in the light of the garden, Mathilde looks at him. She looks at him... She looks at him... "

depths




She had the perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very, dangerous to live even one day.
-Virginia Woolf

and i said...




"There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, 'Consume me'." 
-Virginia Woolf

Saturday, February 5, 2011

"baby i just want to dance, i don't really care"
-Rihanna

"We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once." 
-Nietzsche
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