Sun. Apr 5th, 2020

Vienna’s Enchanted Kahlenberg

a visual trip on the words of my favorite books

“A hint of spring, a dewy rose
Whose scent assails an eager nose.
Beauty now at every sight.
A feast for senses to delight.“

― Lucinda Riley, The Lavender Garden

“The cat wrinkled its nose and managed to look unimpressed. “Calling cats,” it confided, “tends to be a rather overrated activity. Might as well call a whirlwind.” 
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it” 
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

“white magic is black magic. a less than perfect meddling in the spiritual world can breed monsters for other people, and demons used for good can hang around and make mischief afterwards.” 
― Iris Murdoch, The Sea, The Sea

“Every piece of that marvelous world was a silent tear.” 
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, Las luces de septiembre

“We rise again in the grass. In the flowers. In songs.” 
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

“It was the song of the birds in spring and the call of the wind through bare branches on a cold winter afternoon. Fate. Both my anguish and my solace. My escort and my cage.” 
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“It was such a pleasure to sink one’s hands into the warm earth, to feel at one’s fingertips the possibilities of the new season.” 
― Kate Morton, The Forgotten Garden

“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…” 

― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden