#gabriel

Julia closed her eyes and concentrated on the words to Lacrimosa, sung loudly and hauntingly by the multi-voice choir in Latin… Day of Weeping,on which will rise from ashes guilty man for judgment. So have mercy, O Lord, on this man. Compassionate Lord Jesus, grant them rest. Amen. What is wrong with Gabriel that he listens to this over and over again? And what does it say about me that I can’t help but feel close to him when I listen to it? All I’ve done is replace his photograph with his cd — I’m just not sleeping with it under my pillow. I am one sick puppy. ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#sylvain-reynard #judgment

My most important problem was destroying the lines of demarcation that separate what seems real from what seems fantastic. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#separation

Te respiro —susurró—. Eres mi aire. Lo eres todo ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#spanish #spanish

Queridísima Julianne: Gracias por tu regalo, de valor incalculable. Lo único valioso que tengo para darte a cambio es mi corazón. Es tuyo, Gabriel ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#spanish #spanish

Das por sentado que mis anteriores relaciones fueron satisfactorias, pero te equivocas. Tú me diste algo que nadie me había dado antes: sexo y amor al mismo tiempo. Eres la única de mis parejas que ha sido mi amante en el auténtico sentido de la palabra. ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#spanish #spanish

Tal vez fui demasiado cuidadoso, demasiado protector, pero no podía soportar la idea de causarte dolor. ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#spanish #spanish

As she lifted the glittering strand of diamonds from the box, a small slip of paper fell out. She caught it as it wafted toward the floor. Four words in ancient script, an arrogantly slanted scrawl. Accept these, accept me. Well, she thought, blinking, that was certainly direct and to the point. -Adam's note to Gabrielle ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#gabrielle #arrogance

He feeds upon her face by day and night, And she with true kind eyes looks back on him, Fair as the moon and joyful as the light: Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dream. ↗

— Christina Rossetti

#gabriel-rossetti #lizzie-siddal #poetry #pre-raphaelite #dreams

In Genesis we saw ourselves as song-writers. After Peter Gabriel left I was the first to say: 'It's OK - we can just do instrumentals.' ↗

— Phil Collins

#first #gabriel #genesis #i #instrumentals

It isn't God who's evil-it's us.......Everyone wants to know where evil comes from and why the world is riddle with it. Why doesn't anyone ask where goodness comes from? Human beings have a tremendous capacity for cruelty. Why is there any goodness at all? Why are people like Grace and Richard so kind? Because there's a God, and he hasn't allowed the earth to be entirely corrupted. There are sticky like leaves, if you look for them. And when you recognize them, you can feel his presence. ↗

— Sylvain Reynard

#julia #cruelty