vie

Add friend
Sign in to Goodreads to learn more about vie.


Smile Stealers: T...
Rate this book
Clear rating

 
Mansfield Park
vie is currently reading
bookshelves: currently-reading
Rate this book
Clear rating

 
Loading...
Adalyn  Grace
“Don't resent me when I've only just gotten you, please, for I am what makes this world beautiful.”
Adalyn Grace, Belladonna

Sylvia Day
“What a pair we are, intrinsically broken but tied to one another by desire and death.”
Sylvia Day, So Close

Edgar Allan Poe
“If you still think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body.”
Edgar Allan Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart

Shea Ernshaw
“A graveyard.
It's the largest cemetery I've ever seen--a place Jack would surely love.
A long rectangle of green lawn lined with rows and rows of old, moss-coated and weather-worn gravestones. Rain pounds the earth, and the cold tickle of air against my neck reminds me of the cemetery in Halloween Town. A feeling that exists in every cemetery, it seems. That hint of death. Of sorrow. Of lives brought to an end. But I don't have to go far before I find a small stone structure, an ornate mausoleum with spires along the roofline and a copper door, tarnished green from the rain. A tomb where the dead are placed to rest.
I glance up the path, the cemetery glistening in the wet air. I have passed through many realms, all the way into the human world to a city made strangely silent, and now this mausoleum is my way home.
My way back to Jack.
Shea Ernshaw, Long Live the Pumpkin Queen

Robert Frost
“My November Guest"

My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walked the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

Robert Frost, The Complete Poems ( Henry Holt & Co, 1949)”
Robert Frost, Complete Poems Of Robert Frost, 1949

153021 Never too Late to Read Classics — 11617 members — last activity 2 hours, 57 min ago
NTLTRC will help you find your love of Classcis! Find intrigue, well-developed characters, prose that is complex and beautiful, compelling stories tha ...more
13335 Art Lovers — 2493 members — last activity 21 hours, 57 min ago
To reciprocate the appreciation of different artists and discuss their lives and works.
1193144 hopeless romantic society — 17940 members — last activity 1 hour, 16 min ago
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* if you like fairytales, taylor swift, poetry, dark academia, old love letters, crowded ballrooms, tragic love stories, the french countrys ...more
year in books

vie hasn't connected with their friends on Goodreads, yet.





Polls voted on by vie

Lists liked by vie