honey reads

26 // London // Honey 

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Fair summer is here, glad summer is here! O hark! ’tis to you I am singing: The sun is all gold in a heaven of blue, The birds in the forest are trilling for you, The flies ’mid the grasses are winging; The little brook babbles—its secret is sweet. The loveliest flowers would circle your feet,— And you to your work ever clinging! . . . Come forth! Nature loves you. Come forth! Do not fear! Fair summer is here, glad summer is here, Full measure of happiness bringing. All creatures drink deep; and they pour wine anew In the old cup of life, and they wonder at you. Your portion is waiting since summer began; Then take it, oh, take it, you laboring man!

Morris Rosenfeld

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4 September.—Zoöphagous patient still keeps up our interest in him. He had only one outburst and that was yesterday at an unusual time. Just before the stroke of noon he began to grow restless. The attendant knew the symptoms, and at once summoned aid. Fortunately the men came at a run, and were just in time, for at the stroke of noon he became so violent that it took all their strength to hold him.

Dracula Daily

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It’s discouraging and frustrating and some days you wonder why the heck you’re even writing. But we’re here. We’re writers. This is what we want to do with our lives so we persevere. And here’s something to help you push a little bit harder on those down days when the hill feels too hard to climb.

Kern Carter

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It is Monday, I am twelve years old, summer still feel like summer to me...

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“Just be grateful” has been weaponized. The meaning behind that directive is essentially, “You have enough; how dare you want more?”

Nedra Tawwab

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Oceans of love and millions of kisses, and may you soon be in your own home with your husband. I wish you could be coming home soon enough to stay with us here. The strong air would soon restore Jonathan; it has quite restored me.

Dracula Daily

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Take deep cleansing breaths. Ventilate that headspace now Pause. Appreciate.

Vidya Sury

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Let the crows go by hawking their caw and caw. They have been swimming in midnights of coal mines somewhere. Let ’em hawk their caw and caw.

Carl Sandburg

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Look, in the early light,   Down to the infinite   Depths at the deep grass-roots;      Where the sun shoots

Michael Field

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Nkrumah remained in the U.S. till 1945, spanning a ten-year stay. Following his departure from the US, Nkrumah went to London to pursue a doctorate. Initially, he enrolled at the London School of Economics to attain a PhD in anthropology. He withdrew after one semester; this followed further failed attempts at different universities in London. His PhD supervisor at the University College London believed that Nkrumah's mind was not concentrating on his thesis and instead focused on returning to Accra.

Imad

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I hope you find it reassuring that self-doubt creeps in at any age. The noise in my head stops when I step into the comforting mansion of my heart.

Caroline de Braganza

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sure, i’ve been lonely before, i always say, but not like this. you have to survive the bad season to make it to the season of reversals, the magnolias leading the fray. though that’s not what we call it, at least not where i’m from where there is a single, impenetrable era that begins just as soon as it ends.

Bernard Ferguson

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12 August.—My expectations were wrong, for twice during the night I was wakened by Lucy trying to get out. She seemed, even in her sleep, to be a little impatient at finding the door shut, and went back to bed under a sort of protest. I woke with the dawn, and heard the birds chirping outside of the window. Lucy woke, too, and, I was glad to see, was even better than on the previous morning.

Dracula Daily

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One rainy afternoon, while riding a city bus, Gretchen Rubin asked herself, “What do I want from life, anyway?” She answered, “I want to be happy”—yet she spent no time thinking about her happiness. In a flash, she decided to dedicate a year to a happiness project. The result? One of the most thoughtful and engaging works on happiness to have emerged from the recent explosion of interest in the subject.

Gretchen Rubin

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These are the early days of the data revolution in personal decision-making. I am not claiming that we can completely outsource our lifestyle choices to algorithms, though we might get to that point in the future. I am claiming instead that we can all dramatically improve our decision-making by consulting evidence mined from thousands or millions of people who faced dilemmas similar to ours. And we can do that now.

Seth Stephens-Davidowitz

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Testing the limits of man Ravishing beauties blithely defiled Arrogance aplenty Poetic justice awaits

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I don’t have too many things from my childhood. But I still have this. And it means a great deal to me. Every time I use it — and I still use it quite often — I can remember how big it once felt in my hands. And how small it feels now. It reminds me how far I’ve come. Reminds me to hold on to as much of each day as I can.

Lisa M Gott