Could'st Thou Make Men To Live Eternally,Or Being Dead, Raise Them To Life Again,

Could'st thou make men to live eternally, Or being dead, raise them to life again,

Faustus, Dr Faustus Act 1 Scene 1 (via wholesomeobsessive)

“He’d fallen in love slowly and quietly, and it was a quiet sort of love, full of phrases left unsaid, laced with dreams.”

— Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Gods of Jade and Shadow

I couldn’t stop thinking about the x-rays, and how Turtle’s body was carrying around secret scars that would always be there.

Kingsolver, Barbara, The Bean Trees; pg 127 (via tremendouslyfreedreamer)

I had decided early on that if I couldn’t dress elegant, I’d dress memorable.

Barbara Kingsolver, The Bean Trees (via awellreadwoman)

from art objects: essays in ecstasy and effrontery, which is an undeniably great title.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is must we ever be. And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that is not heaven.

Mephistopheles in Marlowe’s Dr Faustus (via wholesomeobsessive)