Posted by: CAROL


Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute.

Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?

Oscar Wilde  |  “The Picture of Dorian Gray


Posted by: Jussara

Not really worth it… Better buy my own books and build my own library! 😉

UNLESS the Beast looked like Robert Carlyle in a suit! Then I would! hahaha

Posted by: Jussara

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Be careful of words,
even the miraculous ones.
For the miraculous we do our best,
sometimes they swarm like insect
and leave not a sting but a kiss.
They can be as good as fingers.
They can be as trusty as the rock
you stick your bottom on.
But they can be both daisies and bruises.
Yet I am in love with words.
They are doves falling out of the ceiling.
They are six holy oranges sitting in my lap.
They are the trees, the legs of summer,
and the sun, its passionate face.
Yet often they fail me.
I have so much I want to say,
so many stories, images, proverbs, etc.
But the words aren’t good enough,
the wrong ones kiss me.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle
but with the wings of a wren.
But I try to take care
and be gentle to them.
Words and eggs must be handled with care.
Once broken they are impossible
things to repair.

(Anne Sexton)