“...perhaps we only notice things when the time comes for us to pay attention to them. When they need us to see them…”
― Crimson Peak
― Crimson Peak
“Painful memories, they can mend,
love’s powerful, but it can rend,
through the treacherous act of jealousy.
A passion that seeks to destroy,
the soul when it deploys,
the vicious sin that is envy.
Take heed my friends,
when contemplating the end
of an imagined rival for the heart’s true amour.
Acts of envy bode not well,
for they cast an evil spell,
and in the end you’ll suffer forevermore.
For jealously can blight,
the harmonious light
of all the love you’d hoped to see,
because envy has power,
and can inhumanly devour,
everything you wanted from love, for thee.”
― Penny Willan and the Well: A Fairy Tale of Ode
love’s powerful, but it can rend,
through the treacherous act of jealousy.
A passion that seeks to destroy,
the soul when it deploys,
the vicious sin that is envy.
Take heed my friends,
when contemplating the end
of an imagined rival for the heart’s true amour.
Acts of envy bode not well,
for they cast an evil spell,
and in the end you’ll suffer forevermore.
For jealously can blight,
the harmonious light
of all the love you’d hoped to see,
because envy has power,
and can inhumanly devour,
everything you wanted from love, for thee.”
― Penny Willan and the Well: A Fairy Tale of Ode
“Art lovers collect paintings that demonstrate some form of imperceptible complexity. Abstract images with vague messages and symbols that keep you guessing and wondering what it all means, if anything. What these art buffs don’t seem to realize is that true complexity—the real abstract image—lies in something as simple and as random as a family photo. If they bothered to look deeply and closely enough into these unremarkable images, they would see the lies, the sorrow and the dark secrets that hide behind the superficial smiles and forced joviality. A picture is worth a thousand words, but most of those words get lost in translation.”
― The Waking World
― The Waking World
“When her mind was discomposed... a book was the opiate that lulled it to repose.”
― The Romance of the Forest
― The Romance of the Forest
“Rain turned to ice,
and lightning splintered, it spliced
the black sky, it seeped a bright white.
All animals they fled,
from the sky as it bled,
pale death that fell veiling the night.”
― Penny Willan and the Well: A Fairy Tale of Ode
and lightning splintered, it spliced
the black sky, it seeped a bright white.
All animals they fled,
from the sky as it bled,
pale death that fell veiling the night.”
― Penny Willan and the Well: A Fairy Tale of Ode
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