Státní opera (State Opera), Prague (by ancient-serpent)
(in case you wanted to know because i fucking love this language)
ad astra per aspera - to the stars through difficulties
alis volat propriis - he flies by his own wings
amantium irae amoris integratio est - the quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love
ars longa, vita brevis - art is long, life is short
aut insanity homo, aut versus facit - the fellow is either mad or he is composing verses
dum spiro spero - while I breathe, I hope
ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem - with the sword, she seeks peace under liberty
exigo a me non ut optimus par sim sed ut malis melior - I require myself not to be equal to the best, but to be better than the bad
experiential docet - experience teaches
helluo librorum - a glutton for books (bookworm)
in libras libertas - in books, freedom
littera scripta manet - the written letter lasts
mens regnum bona possidet - an honest heart is a kingdom in itself
mirabile dictu - wonderful to say
nullus est liber tam malus ut non aliqua parte prosit - there is no book so bad that it is not profitable in some part
omnia iam fient quae posse negabam - everything which I used to say could not happen, will happen now
poeta nascitur, non fit - the poet is born, not made
qui dedit benificium taceat; narrat qui accepit - let him who has done a good deed be silent; let him who has received it tell it
saepe ne utile quidem est scire quid futurum sit - often, it is not advantageous to know what will be
sedit qui timuit ne non succederet - he who feared he would not succeed sat still
si vis pacem, para bellum - if you want peace, prepare for war
struit insidias lacrimis cum feminia plorat - when a woman weeps, she is setting traps with her tears
sub rosa - under the rose
trahimir omnes laudis studio - we are led on by our eagerness for praise
urbem latericium invenit, marmoream reliquit - he found the city a city of bricks; he left it a city of marble
ut incepit fidelis sic permanet - as loyal as she began, so she remains
María Cristina de Borbon, Queen of Spain (detail). By Vicente López Portaña, 1830
I am aware, sure, I am aware.
Catastrophically aware.
— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath”
finally time for your favorite knitted sweaters and turtlenecks
carving your favorite quotes and book characters into pumpkins
going on evening walks, listening to classical music while looking at all the beautiful trees
finding coffee shops and getting your favorite seasonal beverages
going to a second-hand bookstore, finding a new cafe and reading your new books right away
sitting under a tree as you read and study, occasionally pulling leaves out of your hair
snuggling up in a cozy armchair, tossing a blanket over your lap, and reading to the light of a pumpkin scented candle
decorating your room and bookshelf with skulls and other assortments
putting your headphones in to listen to podcasts as you rake leaves
staying up all night reading by a window, looking outside occasionally at the streetlamps, wondering if the ghost of oscar wilde is out there somewhere
ink smears on your fingers as you annotate poetry, looking out the window at the colors
opening a window to let the cool autumn air in as you study, a leaf blowing through and landing on your desk
“What cannot be said will be wept.“
― Sappho