Saint Catherine of Alexandria in Prison | Paolo Veronese...
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A44Patricia
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Patricia is a woman from San Francisco, California, USA
Seeker, lover, wife, beloved, writer, philosopher, artist, traveler, friend, realist, dreamer, negotiator: "Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself...I contain multitudes." Walt Whitman.
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Queen Elizabeth I: Biography, Portraits, Primary Sources
Rated • 1 review • biographies, art, portraits • englishhistory.net
"Use time to strengthen yourself, not to ruin yourself. "
Queen Elizabeth I -
The Curious Cook - Wine Enhancement Devices Are Put to a...
Rated • 1 review • science, wine • nytimes.com
When there is plenty of wine, sorrow and worry take wing.
Ovid, 'The Art of Love' -
LSDEX : psyart, psychedelic art, trip visuals, animated...
Rated • 7 reviews • arts, psychedelic • lsdex.ru
To use your head, you have to go out of your mind.
Timothy Leary
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http://www.spiritimage.com.au/images/uploads/aqua_aura_bu...
Rated • 1 review • buddhism • spiritimage.com.au
Live your life in happiness...
Be happiness itself.
Buddha
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Rated • 1 review • arts, angel • facebook.com
Nepenthe Angel
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we are still just able to endure, and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.
Every angel is terrifying.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Eligies -
persian poetry @ blissbat
Rated • 38 reviews • poetry, sufism, rumi • blissbat.net
The lover never despairs.
For a committed heart, everything is possible.
Rumi
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Portfolio - Andreea Sanduloiu Photography
Rated • 2 reviews • ballet, photography • andreeasanduloiu.ro
Come, my companions, prepare for the dance in the other world.
Rumi
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http://www.math.yorku.ca/infinity/Images/newInfinity.jpg
Rated • 3 reviews • mathematics • yorku.ca
Eternal are these Thoughts
You cannot abandon me by distance for miles are beyond
the reach beyond the grasp of these eyes
beyond the scope of finite fingers
beyond the taste of flesh.
You cannot abandon me with horizons nor oceans overflowing with salt.
You cannot abandon me with skies nor knees like a sunrise.
You cannot abandon my dreams nor the touch of willingness the apprehensive sighs or days.
You can never translate the minutes or the transgressions of thought.
You will never understand the depths nor relate the hours of daydreaming.
Such things can never be erased they are beyond these earthly bonds.
This can never be abandoned by ignoring by the colour of forgetting. Such things exist, because they have to because hearts have eyes and hands because words touch with softness with liquid fingers and traces like the dust of stars.
Kevin Harling
