Everything Was Beautiful and Nothing Hurt

Madeline, 21. University of Toronto.

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Emily Brontë, The Complete Poems

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The past beats inside me like a second heart.

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I went to sleep somewhat sad. But I awoke happy, purely animal. When I opened the bedroom windows and looked out onto the cool, calm garden in the first rays of sunlight, I was certain there was nothing to do but live.

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We’ve practice enough at grieving.

Perhaps fire is right, let us burn everything and be done with it.

— Tjawangwa Dema, from “In the House of Mourning,” The Careless Seamstress

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Keem Bay, Ireland

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baudelaire for the signs

Aries: “What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt, if only for a second, the infinity of delight?” Taurus: “Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.” Gemini: “To be away from home and yet to feel oneself everywhere at home; to see the world, to be at the centre of the world, and yet to remain hidden from the world.” Cancer:  “I am the vampire at my own veins.” Leo: “Angels would damn themselves for me.” Virgo: “I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror.” Libra: “Swan-white of heart; I smile not ever neither do I weep. I am as lovely as a dream in stone.” Scorpio: “Do not look for my heart any more, the beasts have eaten it.” Sagittarius: “One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters… But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you choose. But get drunk.” Capricorn: “We are weighed down, every moment, by the conception and the sensation of Time. And there are but two means of escaping and forgetting this nightmare: pleasure and work. Pleasure consumes us. Work strengthens us. Let us choose. ” Aquarius: “Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.” Pisces: “The Poet is a kinsman in the clouds, who scoffs at archers, loves a stormy day. But on the ground, among the hooting crowds, he cannot walk, his wings are in the way.”

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Arch Rock - Oregon - USA (by John Westrock) 

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Marya Hornbacher, Waiting

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“Often we used to ask each other: ‘Who fell in love first, you or me?’ And we answered: ‘We fell in love together.’ My God, we were so young and happy.” - Alain Delon in a love letter to Romy Schneider

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Margaret Atwood, Selected Poems: 1965-1975

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The Botanic Garden of Smith College

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Woman (Keisuke Kinoshita, 1948)

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Art by Maldha Mohamed