The sheer rapture that I would take to mould a clear and frigid statue; Hilda Doolittle

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“Does one love a statue?” she demanded. “Shall I caress a picture? Shall I rain tears or kisses over the mere semblance of a life that does not live, shall I fondle hands that never return my clasp? Love! Love is in my heart -yes! like a shut-up fire in a tomb,but you hold the key, and the flame dies for want of air.”

― Marie Corelli, The Soul of Lilith

“My salvation was a free gift. I didn’t have to work for it and it’s better than any gold medal that I’ve ever won.” ―Betty Cuthbert

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“Whatever happens, they say afterwards, it must have been fate. People are always a little confused about this, as they are in the case of miracles. When someone is saved from certain death by a strange concatenation of circumstances, they say that’s a miracle. But of course if someone is killed by a freak chain of events — the oil spilled just there, the safety fence broken just there — that must also be a miracle. Just because it’s not nice doesn’t mean it’s not miraculous.”
― Terry Pratchett, Interesting Times

“People fear sharks with an unreasonable terror. They say the only good shark is a dead one never considering they have right to a place on this planet equal to our own. They have a role to play in the health of our ocean. Nature in her wisdom does not make mistakes, only we humans do. ” VALERIE, TAYLOR

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“Are you a man with a conscience, or just a shark who will die when you stop moving forward?”
― Roderick Vincent, The Cause

Raymond Chandler: Alcohol is like love.  The first kiss is magic, the second is intimate, the third is routine.  After that you just take the girl’s clothes off.

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Kissing ghosts

When dreaming
You attempt to walk on eggshells
and end-up knee-deep in ectoplasm,
kissing ghosts.
When yearning
You attempt to not repeat the past
yet achieve the sensation of a haunting déjà vu,
kissing ghosts.
When content
You attempt to quell a burning
dowse your mortal coil that can only be quenched while
kissing ghosts,
kissing ghosts that cannot harm you,
kissing ghosts that are not culpable for telling you they love you,
kissing ghosts that were never there,
the ectoplasm of lust a fingers length in darkness

when really,
it was all in your head.

 

Samuel Wagan Watson

Kissing ghosts by Samuel Wagan Watson

The sun fades like the spreading Of a peacock’s tail, as though twilight Might be read as a warning to those desperate For easy solutions. John Ashbery

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“I shall always remember how the peacocks’ tails shimmered when the moon rose amongst the tall trees, and on the shady bank the emerging mermaids gleamed fresh and silvery amongst the rocks…”

― Hermann Hesse, The Journey to the East

“I was always nervous about coming back to Australia which was a complete hangover of the days when I left when ballet was not accepted, when I was not accepted, when I was considered a freak for wanting to be a ballet dancer. And, to be 100% honest, I rather dreaded coming back…” SIR ROBERT, HELPMANN

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“There’s a quality of legend about freaks.
Like a person in a fairy tale who stops you and demands that you answer a riddle. Most people go through life dreading they’ll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They’ve already passed their test in life. They’re aristocrats.”

― Diane Arbus