Yasmine

“To give into something all at once was to lose yourself completely, and therefore to resist was to exchange one fleeting moment of pleasure for a more exquisite, abounding pain.”
― Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether

“this night is stolen, I want grand larceny and this is petty theft.”
― Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether

“She cannot be, even in resurrection, what she was in life.”
― Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether

“Art is tragedy. Art is loss. It’s the fleeting breath of a foregone moment, the intimacy of things undone, the summer season that passes. It's the pealed lemon and bony fish in the corner of a Dutch still life, rotten and dead and gone. It's him lying next to you, legs tangled with yours, only to know he'll be a specter in your thoughts by next month, next week, ten minutes from now. This is what makes it art, Charlotte, and you've always understood that. You've always understood, above everything, that what makes beauty is pain.”
― Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether