July 2011
110 posts
“When you’re young, you’re afraid of being alone. Solitude is a burden and you...”
– Steven Patrick Morrissey
“And, since she had given so much to people, she felt, resting her head on her...”
– Virginia Woolf, Together & Apart
“I like people to be unhappy because I like them to have souls.”
– Virginia Woolf
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“When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks...”
– Fernando Pessoa (via foudre)
underparasols-deactivated201109 asked: You, like Elizabeth and Jane, seem excellent at being alone. And I am convinced you possess a delight that only few have ever seen, heard, or touched. A swan that emerges covered in salt, after a tear evaporates. There is a sadness, too. Yes. A sadness. One that sleeps beneath your collar bone. Both of those characters know sadness, in a different forms.
underparasols-deactivated201109 asked: A little of Miss Eyre, a little of Miss E. Bennett.
Tell me what fictional character I remind you of.
“Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart...”
– Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
I’m ill, and not feeling great at all — but my day has consisted of baking, Vivaldi and tea.
“Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.”
– George Gordon Byron
“Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It...”
– Edith Sitwell, Taken Care Of: The Autobiography of Edith Sitwell (1965)
“If there aren’t any skeletons in a man’s closet, there’s...”
– Unknown
“She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And...”
– George Gordon Byron, She Walks In Beauty
Converse with me. xxx
Anonymous asked: whats the song that plays on your page called?
A Hazy Shade Of Winter - Simon & Garfunkel
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“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all...”
– Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
“This is perhaps a fitting time to give some personal description of Miss Brontë....”
– Elizabeth Gaskell, The Life of Charlotte Brontë
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“Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree —
The...”
– Emily Brontë
