History, Art, Humanity and Literature

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I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.

—Edna St. Vincent Millay (via observando)

When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep

—W.B. Yeats (via observando)

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Sophia Magdalena Scholl reading.
Scholl (1921-1943) was a German student and revolutionary, active within the White Rose non-violent resistance group in Nazi Germany. She was convicted of high treason after having been found distributing anti-war leaflets at the University of Munich with her brother Hans. As a result, they were both executed by guillotine. Her last words were “Die Sonne scheint noch”—”The sun still shines.”

books0977:

Sophia Magdalena Scholl reading.

Scholl (1921-1943) was a German student and revolutionary, active within the White Rose non-violent resistance group in Nazi Germany. She was convicted of high treason after having been found distributing anti-war leaflets at the University of Munich with her brother Hans. As a result, they were both executed by guillotine. Her last words were “Die Sonne scheint noch”—”The sun still shines.”

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

—Pablo Neruda (via observando)