the shadows come to dance my lord

the shadows come to dance my lord, dance my lord, dance my lord. the shadows come to stay my lord, stay my lord, stay my lord.
Paul Newman & Joanne Woodward at the 31st Academy Awards, 1958.

williams-sonoma:

Gorgeous AND good for you: Smoothies.

Sigur Rós cover The Rains of Castamere for Season 4 of HBO’s Game Of Thrones

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that Lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.

lyonsheart:

We need to stop talking. We talk too much. Instead, we have to do something.

ivicus

Sky Series by Eric Cahan

Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that’s a real treat. — Joanne Woodward

dosesofgrace:

Grace Kelly photographed by Loomis Dean, 1953.

Change of Season (by John & Tina Reid)

I come here and imagine that this is the spot where everything I’ve lost since my childhood has washed out. I tell myself, if that were true, and I waited long enough, then a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field, and gradually get larger until I’d see it was Tommy. He’d wave and maybe call. I don’t let the fantasy go beyond that. I can’t let it. I remind myself I was lucky to have had any time with him at all.

Never Let Me Go(2010)

What was extraordinary about his performance, I feel, is the contrast of the tough-guy front and the extreme delicacy and gentle cast of his behavior. What other actor, when his brother draws a pistol to force him to do something shameful, would put his hand on the gun and push it away with the gentleness of a caress? Who else could read `Oh, Charley!’ in a tone of reproach that is so loving and so melancholy and suggests the terrific depth of pain? - Elia Kazan on Marlon Brando

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