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Sadness is the illustrious companion of beauty, and is such so perfectly that I cannot conceive of any beauty that does not hold within it some sadness.

Sadness is the illustrious companion of beauty, and is such so perfectly that I cannot conceive of any beauty that does not hold within it some sadness.

Malcolm Liepke

Malcolm Liepke

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The American rhyme Star light, Star bright asks for a wish, just like these…

The American rhyme Star light, Star bright asks for a wish, just like these…

"It was that glorious hour, with the daylight still glowing everywhere, but the moon already gleaming and the first bats dipping in the green, shimmering air. On the edge of the woods stood dissolving in the last light, bright chestnut trunks against black shadows. A yellow cottage softly radiated the daylight it had absorbed, glowing gently like a topaz. The small paths pink and violet, led through meadows, vineyards and woods..." - Hermann Hesse

"It was that glorious hour, with the daylight still glowing everywhere, but the moon already gleaming and the first bats dipping in the green, shimmering air. On the edge of the woods stood dissolving in the last light, bright chestnut trunks against black shadows. A yellow cottage softly radiated the daylight it had absorbed, glowing gently like a topaz. The small paths pink and violet, led through meadows, vineyards and woods..." - Hermann Hesse

matialonsorphoto:   the end of the year by... : expressions-of-nature

matialonsorphoto: the end of the year by... : expressions-of-nature

Edvard Munch, Night in Saint-Cloud, 1890

Edvard Munch, Night in Saint-Cloud, 1890

Der Kuß ; Langsam nähert er seine Lippen, tief schaut er mir in die Augen; mein Inneres wird zum Äußeren, mein Verheimlichtes wird zur Offenbarung, mein Scheues verfliegt sich, mein Böses vergräbt sich, mein Kindisch verliert sich, er küßt mich und ich frag’ mich wer war ich. A.W.

Der Kuß ; Langsam nähert er seine Lippen, tief schaut er mir in die Augen; mein Inneres wird zum Äußeren, mein Verheimlichtes wird zur Offenbarung, mein Scheues verfliegt sich, mein Böses vergräbt sich, mein Kindisch verliert sich, er küßt mich und ich frag’ mich wer war ich. A.W.

pinned as edward hopper drawings. It is my Lewis Martin.

pinned as edward hopper drawings. It is my Lewis Martin.

Edward Hopper, Night Train, 1918 on ArtStack #edward-hopper #art

Edward Hopper, Night Train, 1918 on ArtStack #edward-hopper #art