Dreams Underfoot: UnquietDreams' Dark Whimsy

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Latin ebullientem ("to boil over") + English -ence ("having the state of condition of"). I love the idea of positivity just boiling over out of a person. I occasionally get quite ebullient.

Not that you would know it from here...

 

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“I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.”

-- Great Expectations, Charles Dickens

 

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“You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since – on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to displace with your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may.
O God bless you.
God forgive you!”

-- Great Expectations, Charles Dickens

 

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Stoya.

 

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"Her eyes devoured the following words:

I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in
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I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether i enter your father's house this evening or never."
--Persuasion, Jane Austin

Captain Frederick Wentworth's letter to Anne Elliot, who broke his heart eight years earlier, is one of the most romantic things Austin ever wrote. A leap of faith after a love he thought unrequited, and I love how he almost leaves without giving Anne the letter, so great is his fear. But her turns back and slides it to her, under the guise of forgetting his gloves, but no knowing if he suffers alone. Austin was fantastic at the depth of her male characters, giving them fears and emotions beyond "I love you!"

Oh, and "her eyes devoured the following words." What a beautiful sentence!

 

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There is so much in this picture I love...

 

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"He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.”
--Sherman Alexie, "The Toughest Indian in the World "

I love Alexie, but I never thought I would find a romantic quote in his work. A failure of my imagination, apparently.

 

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If you are asking yourself, then yes...I mean you.

 

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If you are asking yourself, then yes...I mean you.

I doubt that....

 

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"It all felt so desperately sexy and titillating. The musky smell of the books in the humid air, the looming piles, the chance run-ins that blind corner stacks encourage, add that all together and there is more than a little bit of a current running through the library.

Perhaps it’s the forced formality of a library. The pressure based both on rules and inherent public space formality, to keep quiet and focused. Like a held in giggle or a repressed dirty joke libraries are just brimming with this undercurrent of the impossible possible sexual urge and action. The next time someone rolls their eyes at library funding or makes some silly remark about the hair bun and sensible shoes set...think of your warm dark library and see if you can hold it all in too."

I wish I knew where this quote came from...
maybe someone on this thread will know?​