I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving - I should be exquisitely miserable without the hope of seeing you soon … I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion - I have shudder’d at it. I shudder no more - I could be martyr’d for my Religion - Love is my religion - I could die for that. I could die for you.
(Letter to Fanny Brawne. John Keats, 519)
What can I do to drive away
Remembrance from my eyes? for they have seen,
Aye, [but] an hour ago, my brilliant Queen!
Touch has a memory. O say, love, say,
What can I do to kill it and be free
In my old liberty?
John Keats, “Lines to Fanny”
Perfection is not a polished thing; it is often something that is sincerely meant. Perfection is a job complete, praise given, prayer heard; it can be kindness shown, thanks offered up. Perfection is what we discover in each other, what we see reflected back. And if perfection eludes us, that doesn’t matter. For what we have within the moment is enough.
Jenny Lee, ‘Call the Midwife’, Season 3 Episode 5
I would like to be known as an intelligent woman, a courageous woman, a loving woman, a woman who teaches by being.
Maya Angelou (via sorakeem)