Gustav Klimt, Farmhouse with Birch Trees

... what was it I wanted? I wanted a perfect silence... © Ph. Paul Cupido, Maps to the stars

Knowing someone isn't coming back doesn't mean you ever stop waiting © Toby Barlow Ph. Robb Johnson, Open door, 2006

... write me every day, even briefly, only two lines, only one, just a word... but the lack of this word would make me suffer terribly .. Ph. Filipoiu Marius

I was not prepared: sunset, end of summer. © Louise Glück, The Seven Ages Ph. Jeff Stanford

"When dreamer dies, what happens to the dream?" The Debussy Film, Ken Russell, 1965

And as I walked by the river with uneven feet I missed you. I thought how grand if [you] were only here. My heart has not turned to cinders—quite. © Saul Bellow, love letter Ph. Unknown

Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light. © Theodore Roethke Suddenly a mist fell from my eyes and I knew the way I had to take. © Edvard Grieg 🎬 by Will Warr

There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights. © Bram Stoker's Dracula

summer has ripened the wind tells us so …listen to the grass. © c. allen 🎬 by Will Warr

what is the wound that you touch? © alícia cohim 🎬 by Will Warr

Monet's Orchard in Bloom

The shortest poem is a name. ●cAnne Michaels 📽 W.W.

The soul has a sure-fire method to help us understand when a place or a person made us feel good. ● Paola Felice

In the end, we'll all become stories. © Margaret Atwood Ph. Max Dupain

Life is just passing allusion, you are simply in the playground of your own imagination. © Steven Redhead, Life Is a Dance Ph. Dominique Issermann

She loved to walk down the street with a book under her arm. It had the same significance for her as an elegant cane for the dandy a century ago. It differentiated her from others. ©Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being David Hamilton

If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable. © Seneca Art Maurice Sapiro, Sunset sail

There is only one way to avoid criticism… Do nothing, say nothing, be nothing ... © Aristotle Ph. Unknown

And I still don’t know if I’m a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song. © Rainer Maria Rilke Ph. Mirela Bichigeanu