“A faint echo of his love came back to him. He repeated her name over and over again. The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.”
— The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
Above all, she is the girl who “feels” things, who has hung on to the freshness and pain of adolescence, the girl ever wounded, ever young.
Joan Didion, "Where the Kissing Never Stops" (Slouching Towards Bethlehem, 1968)
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She herself is a haunted house.
Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories: The Lady of the House of Love
“She lapsed into a sort of sombre exclusion, a curious communion with mysterious powers, a sort of mystic, dark state,”
— D. H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; “The Rainbow,” wr. c. 1919
Happy Halloween!
Jean-Féry Rebel (1666-1747) - “Les élémens, simphonie nouvelle” for Orchestra, I. Le chaos. Performed by Pavel Serbin/Pratum Integrum Orchestra on period instruments.
— Nikos Kazantzakis, tr. by Kimon Friar, from Modern Greek Poetry; “The Death of Odysseus,”