#anti

There is no single thing... that is so cut and dried that one cannot attend to its secret whisper which says 'I am more than just my appearance'. If each object quivers with readiness to imply something other than itself, if each perception is a word in a poem dense with connotations, then the poet's selection of any given subject of speculation will become... a means of attuning himself to the rhythms and harmonies of reality at large. ... The notion of a network of correspondence is not an outmoded Romantic illusion: it represents a crucial intuition... ↗

— Roger Cardinal

#intuition #perception #poetics #poetry #poets

– I should much wish, like the Indian Vishna, to float along an infinite ocean cradled in the flower of the Lotus, and wake once in a million years for a few minutes – just to know that I was going to sleep a million years more. ↗

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#romantics #romantic

Occasionally she glanced at him, asking with her glance, 'Is this what I think?' "I understand,' she said, blushing. "What is this word?' he said, pointing to the "n' that signified the word "never." .... She wrote: t, I, c,g,n,o,a. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#romantic

A lot of good the door did. The man's pheromones oozed through the keyhole and the crack underneath the panelled wood. ↗

— Stephanie Bond

#romantic

It's going to be okay. Donny doesn't know it yet, but he just picked a fight with the wrong bunch of guys." -- Julian Darcangelo ↗

— Pamela Clare

#romantic-suspense #romantic

Like wine, Provençal magic had its own distinctive terroir. It was rich and chaotic and romantic. It was a night-magic, confabulated out of moons and silver, wine and blood, knights and fairies, wind and rivers and forests. It concerned itself with good and evil but also with the vast intermediate realm in between, the realm of mischief. ↗

— Lev Grossman

#magic #romantic

If he could bottle her strength and vitality, he would. He would take everything that was Tessa and lock it into a corner of his heart, to take out when the emptiness got too overwhelming. ↗

— Taryn Elliott

#romantic

Romantic Ireland's dead and gone It's with O' Leary in the grave (September 1913) ↗

— W.B. Yeats

#irish-politics #yeats #romantic

Non era stata mia intenzione amarlo, e avevo fatto di tutto per estirpare dal mio animo i germi dell'amore che vi avevo scovato; e ora, non appena l'avevo rivisto, essi risorgevano spontaneamente più forti e più gagliardi! Anche senza che lo guardassi si faceva amare. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#jane-eyre #romantic #romantic

I was shaking when our lips parted and he leaned his forehead against mine, his fingers carding through my hair, my hands on his face. "I won't let them," Rafael said. "I won't let anyone take you away. I'll protect you. I'll always protect you. I don't care how. I just will. ↗

— Rose Christo

#romantic