‘You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read.’ ~ James Baldwin
This #BookWormSat celebrates the month of Pride with LGBTQ+ literature. Do join us. 🏳️🌈 🏳️⚧️
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow
🖋 Langston Hughes
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🎨Nancy Ekholm Burkert
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‘Mediocrities can tolerate being surrounded only by flatterers who conceal their mediocrity.’ ~ Maurice Druon, The Strangled Queen. #BookWormSat
That’s the place to get to - nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world’s somewheres, into our own nowhere.
Women in Love
D. H. Lawrence
Antal Neogrády #BookWormSat
‘I am what time, circumstance, history, have made of me, certainly, but I am, also, much more than that. So are we all.’
~ James Baldwin for #BookWormSat
🖼️ Christian Schloe
‘Through tattered clothes small vices do appear.
Robes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks.
Arm it in rags, a pygmy’s straw does pierce it.’ ~ Shakespeare, King Lear. #BookWormSat
"Nature, who has played so many queer tricks upon us, making us so unequally of clay and diamonds, of rainbow and granite, and stuffed them into a case, often of the most incongruous... a perfect rag-bag of odds and ends... stitched together by a single thread."
-Orlando
Virginia Woolf
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That day was the beginning of my friendship with Sebastian, and thus it came about, that morning in June, that I was lying beside him in the shade of the high elms watching the smoke from his lips drift up into the branches.
Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited
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Everything ends. Summer ends. Happiness ends. Days of joy are followed by days of sorrow. Even the gods will meet their end in the last battle of Ragnarok when all the evil of the world brings chaos and the sun will turn dark
Bernard Cornwell, Sword of Kings
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Chris Perera
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Rachel Deering
'He skips through the copses singing,
And his shadow dances along,
And I know not which I should follow,
Shadow or song!'
-Oscar Wilde
@signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat!
