“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.” – Charles Baudelaire
Every moment is yours. Don’t let it be stolen away, To be abused by the fleating moods of your surroundings. It is yours to cherish, To love and dwell in.
“Wiliam Blake’s words sum up the definition of women’s strength. We all have this❤️ ‘To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.’”
“Sensitiveness and emotion constitute the real content of a work of art.” – Maurice Ravel
“Art is a step in the known toward the unknown.” – Kahlil Gibran
“Painting is silent poetry.” – Plutarch
“Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all.” – Emily Dickinson
“And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.” – Percy Bysshe Shelley
“Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king, Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!” – Thomas Nashe
Here lived Miklós Radnóti (born in 1909). He was held captive in forced labor and was killed at Abda (near Győr) on 9 November 1944. Radnóti’s wonderful poetry lives forever.
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