For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And Love itself have rest. “Anne Coleman” in John Updike’s play Buchanan Dying (1974) Photo series by Jan Saudek: Maid’s Evening (1980)
O World, be nobler, for her sake! Robert Laurence Binyon Photo by Jan Saudek: Music (1980) For @_lavanya_
Mongolian coasts shining in light, I listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch our oriole sings. Charles Bukowski The … Continue reading
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage. Anaïs Nin The Diary of Anais Nin, Volume Three: 1939-1944 Photo by Jan Saudek: Untitled 6 (1985) For mentalexotica
One must wait until the evening To see how splendid the day has been. Sophocles Photo by Jan Saudek: Two Women (1974)
