There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that receives it. A look into the life of Miriam.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Friday, December 28, 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Monday, December 24, 2012
Friday, December 21, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Skrik
I was walking along the road with
two friends
the sun was setting
suddenly the sky turned blood red
I
paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence
there was blood and
tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city
my friends walked on,
and I stood there trembling with anxiety
and I sensed an infinite scream
passing through nature.
~ Edvard Munch
Poem hand-painted onto the frame of the 1895 pastel verson of this painting.
Madame Bovary
"Before she married, she thought she was in love; but the happiness that should have resulted from that love, somehow had not come. It seemed to her that she must have made a mistake, have misunderstood in some way or another. And Emma tried hard to discover what, precisely, it was in life that was denoted by the words 'joy, passion, intoxication', which had always looked so fine to her in books." ~ Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Thursday, December 6, 2012
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