“In her fantastic mood she stretched her soft, clasped hands upward toward the moon. 'Sweet moon,' she said in a kind of mock prayer, 'make your white light come down in music into my dancing-room here, and I will dance most deliciously for you to see". She flung her head backward and let her hands fall; her eyes were half closed, and her mouth was a kissing mouth. 'Ah! sweet moon,' she whispered, 'do this for me, and I will be your slave; I will be what you will.'Quite suddenly the air was filled with the sound of a grand invisible orchestra. Viola did not stop to wonder. To the music of a slow saraband she swayed and postured. In the music there was the regular beat of small drums and a perpetual drone. The air seemed to be filled with the perfume of some bitter spice. Viola could fancy almost that she saw a smoldering campfire and heard far off the roar of some desolate wild beast. She let her long hair fall, raising the heavy strands of it in either hand as she moved slowly to the laden music. Slowly her body swayed with drowsy grace, slowly her satin shoes slid over the silver sand. The music ceased with a clash of cymbals. Viola rubbed her eyes. She fastened her hair up carefully again. Suddenly she looked up, almost imperiously. "Music! more music!" she cried. Once more the music came. This time it was a dance of caprice, pelting along over the violin-strings, leaping, laughing, wanton. Again an illusion seemed to cross her eyes. An old king was watching her, a king with the sordid history of the exhaustion of pleasure written on his flaccid face. A hook-nosed courtier by his side settled the ruffles at his wrists and mumbled, 'Ravissant! Quel malheur que la vieillesse!' It was a strange illusion. Faster and faster she sped to the music, stepping, spinning, pirouetting; the dance was light as thistle-down, fierce as fire, smooth as a rapid stream. The moment that the music ceased Viola became horribly afraid. She turned and fled away from the moonlit space, through the trees, down the dark alleys of the maze, not heeding in the least which turn she took, and yet she found herself soon at the outside iron gate. ("The Moon Slave")”
―
Barry Pain,
Ghostly By Gaslight
“It doesn’t matter what you’ve done or how bad you’ve failed, Jesus Christ is bigger than all your foul-ups, and His mercy and grace loom larger than any sin you’ve ever committed.” ― Frank Viola, The Day I Met Jesus: The Revealing Diaries of Five Women from the Gospels
“A moment can stop the escalation of fear, can break the concentration needed to get angry. A kindness can stop panic in its tracks, and eating a cookie can give you a moment to reflect. It is a tiny thing, kindness. In the right moment, it can move mountains, but few people give it the credit because it starts by moving one pebble.” ― Viola Grace, Blizzard of Heat
“She grinned. “Things are fine. What most men don’t seem to understand is that it is a fine line between discomfort and fear. When that line is crossed, there isn’t any going back. The woman either pulls back or attacks. We agreed to attack.” ― Viola Grace, Assessing Survival
“It doesn’t matter how great your sins are; God’s grace is big enough to forgive and cleanse them.” ― Frank Viola, The Day I Met Jesus: The Revealing Diaries of Five Women from the Gospels
“We all have scars, my lord. What matters is the grace with which we bear them.From: How to Marry a Beast” ― Viola Morne
“How can they know where they’re going if they don’t know where they come from?” Grace interrupts.” ― Viola Shipman, The Summer Cottage
“Life is not fair, and if you are finally claiming one for your own, you should embrace the inequalities that everyone faces.” She” ― Viola Grace, Overseer’s Chain
“There is something wrong.” ― Viola Grace, Lost and Sound
“It doesn’t matter what you’ve done or how bad you’ve failed, Jesus Christ is bigger than all your foul-ups, and His mercy and grace loom larger than any sin you’ve ever committed.” ― Frank Viola, The Day I Met Jesus: The Revealing Diaries of Five Women from the Gospels
“A moment can stop the escalation of fear, can break the concentration needed to get angry. A kindness can stop panic in its tracks, and eating a cookie can give you a moment to reflect. It is a tiny thing, kindness. In the right moment, it can move mountains, but few people give it the credit because it starts by moving one pebble.” ― Viola Grace, Blizzard of Heat
“She grinned. “Things are fine. What most men don’t seem to understand is that it is a fine line between discomfort and fear. When that line is crossed, there isn’t any going back. The woman either pulls back or attacks. We agreed to attack.” ― Viola Grace, Assessing Survival
“It doesn’t matter how great your sins are; God’s grace is big enough to forgive and cleanse them.” ― Frank Viola, The Day I Met Jesus: The Revealing Diaries of Five Women from the Gospels
“We all have scars, my lord. What matters is the grace with which we bear them.From: How to Marry a Beast” ― Viola Morne
“How can they know where they’re going if they don’t know where they come from?” Grace interrupts.” ― Viola Shipman, The Summer Cottage
“Life is not fair, and if you are finally claiming one for your own, you should embrace the inequalities that everyone faces.” She” ― Viola Grace, Overseer’s Chain
“There is something wrong.” ― Viola Grace, Lost and Sound
