“No Great Mind Has Ever Existed Without A Touch Of Madness.”

“I believe any success in life is made by going into an area with a blind, furious optimism.”

—

Sylvester Stallone

Leo Quotes

“Don’t you want to be alive before you die?”

— Anthony Doerr

the poetry of brown eyes

There needs to be more poetic descriptions of brown eyes in literature, so I wrote some.

It was as if the stars had lent their light to his eyes, etching their constellations into the rich black-brown and painting a sky of their own inside them.

Their eyes held the hue of tea-stained lace, soft and delicate and rich, a wash of gentle brown against the harsh dark shadows of the world.

Her eyes held the nostalgia of summer memories. It was the way they turned into the warmest brown under the sun, like the richest, darkest honey; the way tendrils of amber like the juice of a nectarine streaked their way through, wreathing the pupil in a symphony of golds.

Her eyes were bright and dancing, like the curious ruffled feathers of a sparrow — and as flighty as one, too, darting quickly and nervously away, her gaze fluttering across different spots of the room erratically.

His gaze locked on him, intense and searching. The black, shadowy depths of his eyes shrouded him, leaving him desperately scrabbling for an escape from the dark pull of his stare.

Their eyes had a distinct sense of antiquity to them, the precise hue of a worn, leather-bound book and the faded mahogany of a desk from a time long lost.

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- Emily Dickinson

"Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way... what bliss."

"The Addams Family" - by Charles Addams

It is the spectator, not life, that art really mirrors

— Oscar Wilde

When I was young, I used to admire intelligent people; as I grow older, I admire kind people.

Abraham Joshua Heschel

Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Boys”

“I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.”

— Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles

“You made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful, I can’t breathe.”

— Unknown