she went to him. he kissed her between the eyes, then whispered something – what, i've always wondered – in her ear.
155 notes
·
View notes
they looked very much alike, with heavy dark-blond hair and epicene faces as clear, as cheerful and grave, as a couple of flemish angels.
147 notes
·
View notes
THE SECRET HISTORY - Donna Tartt
But how...how can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?
I prefer to think of it as redistribution of matter.
186 notes
·
View notes
@fictionnet event 07 - cover redesign: the secret history by donna tartt
“forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not”
609 notes
·
View notes
It was heart-shaking. Glorious. Torches, dizziness, singing. Wolves howling around us and a bull bellowing in the dark. The river ran white. It was like a film in fast motion, the moon waxing and waning, clouds rushing across the sky. Vines grew from the ground so fast they twined up the trees like snakes; seasons passing in the wink of an eye, entire years for all I know. . . . Mean we think of phenomenal change as being the very essence of time, when it's not at all. Time is something which defies spring and water, birth and decay, the good and the bad, indifferently. Something changeless and joyous and absolutely indestructible. Duality ceases to exist; there is no ego, no 'I,' and yet it's not at all like those horrid comparisons one sometimes hears in Eastern religions, the self being a drop of water swallowed by the ocean of the universe. It's more as if the universe expands to fill the boundaries of the self. You have no idea how pallid the workday boundaries of ordinary existence seem, after such an ecstasy.
436 notes
·
View notes
endless amount of favorite character aesthetics:
"and if beauty is terror," said Julian, "Then what is desire? We think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. What is?"
"To live." said Camilla.
"To live forever." Said Bunny.
the secret history by donna tartt - for @demortuisis
38 notes
·
View notes
all her grace was in her vagueness. her voice soft, her manner languid, her features blurred and dreamy
CAMILLA MACAULAY (insp.)
220 notes
·
View notes
i am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.
170 notes
·
View notes