Quote Of The Day

"With a feeling of deep but most singular affection I regarded my friend Morella. Thrown by accident into her society many years ago, my soul, from our first meeting, burned with fires it had never known—but the fires were not of Eros—and bitter and tormenting to my eager spirit was the gradual conviction that I could in no manner define their unusual meaning, or regulate their vague intensity. Yet we met: and Fate bound us together at the altar: and I never spoke of love, or thought of passion. She, however, shunned society, and, attaching herself to me alone, rendered me happy. It is a happiness to wonder. It is a happiness to dream".

Edgar Allan Poe - Morella (1835) 

Photo: George Frederic Watts

I Am The Night

I Am The Night

I've considered the night

as the moon's influence grew

over the sky.

I've sat with the night

when the only rain to touch the ground

is salted with regret,

and hastened by emotion.

I've become the night

when the sun falls off my sky

boiling itself into nothingness

as the moon's cold reign commences.

When no moon's white grace

could be reflected in a lover's eye,

I am the night

and I miss the sun dearly.

Michael Ardizzone

Photo: Hydra Artwork 

Quote Of The Day

"Age is not measured by the years that went by but by the things you achieved during these years"

Hydra 

Photo: Malgorzata Sadowska Majewska - Violin Player 

Alexander McQueen - Savage Beauty

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Quote Of The Day

" And then came, as if to my final and irrevocable overthrow, the spirit of Perverseness. Of this spirit philosophy takes no account. Phrenology finds no place for it among its organs. Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart—one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such?"  

The Black Cat - Edgar allan Poe (1843)

Illustration: Aubrey Beardsley - Black Cat

Helium Vola - Selig