“I cannot hold this anymore. My hands are tired and only waiting to let go. I am waiting, still. I used to know which way to turn. you were light inside a tunnel in my head. I try to follow, still.” - “Hang You Up” - Big If
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art - write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. - Neil Gaiman
So gentle and so pure appears my lady when she greets others, that every tongue trembles and is mute, and their eyes do not dare gaze at her. She goes by, aware of their praise, benignly dressed in humility: and seems as if she were a thing come from Heaven to Earth to show a miracle. She shows herself so pleasing to those who gaze, through the eyes she sends a sweetness to the heart, that no one can understand who does not know it: and from her lips there comes a sweet spirit full of love, that goes saying to the soul: ‘Sigh.’
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my lady when she greets others,
that every tongue trembles and is mute,
and their eyes do not dare gaze at her.
She goes by, aware of their praise,
benignly dressed in humility:
and seems as if she were a thing come
from Heaven to Earth to show a miracle.
She shows herself so pleasing to those who gaze,
through the eyes she sends a sweetness to the heart,
that no one can understand who does not know it:
and from her lips there comes
a sweet spirit full of love,
that goes saying to the soul: ‘Sigh.’
- Dante, La Vita Nuova
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