Charles Baudelaire ~ Evening
Evening
Jakub Schikaneder - circa 1900

 “I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on,


The windows and the stars illumined, one by one,

The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily,

And the moon rise and turn them silver.

I shall see

The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass;

And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass,

I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight,

And build me stately palaces by candlelight.”

Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

 



Nikolai Pimonenko, Evening

1900

 





 
Alain De Botton ~ A Blend Of Joy And Melancholy
“Our sadness won’t be of the searing kind but more like a blend of joy and melancholy: joy at the perfection we see before us, melancholy at an awareness of how seldom we are sufficiently blessed to encounter anything of its kind. The flawless object throws into perspective the mediocrity that surrounds it. We are reminded of the way we would wish things always to be and of how incomplete our lives remain.”
― Alain de Botton, The Architecture of Happiness
Isaac Levitan (Lithuanian-Russian, 1860–1900)
Fog over Water, c. 1895.
Sylvia Plath ~ Loneliness
“And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath


Alone
Emilio Longoni - 1900
Marcel Proust ~ The Multiplication Of Worlds
"Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world only, our own, we see that world multiply itself and we have at our disposal as many worlds as there are original artists..."
Marcel Proust
John Ruskin ~ A Window
“the only prospect which is really desirable or delightful, is that from the window of the breakfast-room [...] where we meet the first light of the dewy day, the first breath of the morning air, the first glance of gentle eyes; to which we descend in the very spring and elasticity of mental renovation and bodily energy, in the gathering up of our spirit for the new day, in the flush of our awakening from the darkness and the mystery of faint and inactive dreaming, in the resurrection from our daily grave, in the first tremulous sensation of the beauty of our being, in the most glorious perception of the lightning of our life; there, indeed, our expatiation of spirit, when it meets the pulse of outward sound and joy, the voice of bird and breeze and billow, does demand some power of liberty, some space for its going forth into the morning, some freedom of intercourse with the lovely and limitless energy of creature and creation.”
― John Ruskin, The Poetry Of Architecture: Or, The Architecture Of The Nations Of Europe Considered In Its Association With Natural Scenery And National Character
Window in Bidasoa, Fuenterrabía
Daniel Vazquez Diaz - 1918
Fernando Pessoa ~ Contemplation
“Life is an experimental journey undertaken involuntarily. It is a journey of the spirit through the material world and, since it is the spirit that travels, it is the spirit that is experienced. That is why there exist contemplative souls who have lived more intensely, more widely, more tumultuously than others who have lived their lives purely externally.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

Giulio Artistide Sartorio (1860-1932)
Studio per la testa della Gorgone
Oil on Canvas
Cesare Pavese ~ The Pleasure Of Being Alive
"There is only one pleasure, that of being alive. All the rest is misery"
Cesare Pavese


Cesare Pavese was an Italian poet, novelist, literary critic and translator. He is widely considered among the major authors of the 20th century in his home country.  (Wikipedia)
Anais Nin ~ On Dreams
"Dreams are necessary to life"
Anais Nin
George Sand ~ My Inner Strength
"When my submission has been claimed, no longer in the name of love and friendship but by reason of some right or power, I have drawn upon the strength that is buried in my nature, I have straightened my shoulders and thrown off the yoke. I alone know the latent force hidden within me. I alone know how much I grieve and suffer and love."
George Sand
Virginia Woolf ~ A Reward For Bookwurms?
"When the Day of Judgment dawns and people, great and small, come marching in to receive their heavenly rewards, the Almighty will gaze upon the mere bookworms and say to Peter, “Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them. They have loved reading."
Virginia Woolf