Anyway

People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered. Love them anyway.

If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Do good anyway.

If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway.

The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.

Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway.

The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds. Think big anyway.

People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs. Fight for underdogs anyway.

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway.

People really need help but may attack you if you do help them. Help people anyway.

Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.

~~~Kent M. Keith, The Silent Revolution

Assassin’s Wish

“What is it that I’ll
want from you? Not
love: that would be
too much to ask. Not
forgiveness, which
isn’t yours to bestow.
Only a listener,
perhaps; only
someone who will
see me. Don’t prettify
me though, whatever
else you do: I have
no wish to be a
decorated skull.

But I leave myself
in your hands. What
choice do I have?
By the time you read
this last page, that…
if anywhere…
is the only place
I will be.”

x•x| Margaret Atwood,
x•x| The Blind Assassin

Keeper of Fragile Things

“What you burnt,
broke, and tore is
still in my hands.
I am the keeper
of fragile things
and I have kept
of you what is
indissoluble.”

~~~•| Anaïs Nin

For Lillies I Weep

My lillies are looking absolutely ravishing this year if I do say so myself! My roses are doing ok, but dislike the heat and sadly, the sunflowers I planted died as mere sprouts.

“Don’t be ashamed to weep;
’tis right to grieve. Tears are
only water, and flowers, trees,
and fruit cannot grow without water.
But there must be sunlight
also. A wounded heart will heal
in time, and when it does, the
memory and love of our lost ones
is sealed inside to comfort us.”
|•|~~Brian Jacques, Taggerung

~~L O V E L Y~~

Dark Enchantment Binge

••Vanessa (witch) and Ethan (werewolf)••

I’m totally binge watching Penny Dreadful (Season 2). Why didn’t I discover this awesome series during Season 1? Love, mystery, enchantment, darkness, sex, spells… what’s not to like? It’s great to see this British-American horror story bring some of the best written monsters by some of the best authors to life. I also love the darkness of Eva Green. She plays a much different role than she did in my beloved 300: Rise of an Empire as Artemisia, but she still plays a bad ass. Time for bed. It’s after midnight again!

Quotes from Glorious Horrors [2.6]

Victor: It’s not without complications. That’s what they call the workings inside of watches. Did you know that? The intricate gears and mechanisms. Complications.

Vanessa: Then enjoy them, doctor. They will tick away no matter what we do.

Mr. Lyle: A dizzying panorama, isn’t it? All the toys of love are out of the box, scattered around the floor.

Vanessa: And at the end of the night, to be carefully put away. These terrible games.

Mr. Lyle: And do you ever play? Or only spectate?

Vanessa: I never learned the rules. The complications, as Dr. Frankenstein said to me, like the workings in a watch.

Queen of Hearts

•••♥Screenshot of my new wallpaper. This is such an awesome piece with the Queen holding her bloody heart. I love this artist and what a great quote ha?•••♥

“The blood of Heaven binds you,” said the Queen. “Blood calls to blood, under the skin. But love and blood are not the same.”

“Riddles,” Clary said angrily. “Do you even mean anything when you talk like that?”

“He is bound to you,” said the Queen. “But does he love you?”

~••Cassandra Clare
City of Fallen Angels
(The Mortal Instruments, #4)

Dirty Blonde

“If passion was a substance
I would say it is dark brown,
and then blood red. It’s like
wet grass, tons of it soaked
in mud. It’s warm and it stinks
like shit and it’s unaccountably
and endlessly good. It’s thick
and it goes on for miles and it
isn’t so much deep as bottomless
and it holds you in its grip, you
never drown. And then it goes.
That’s all you know.”

Eileen Myles, Inferno
(a poet’s novel)