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Kedarnath Temple caught against the backdrop of the Himalayas lit by the last rays of the sun.

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Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum by afloralfrenzy

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'run a botanical garden? why darling, i would love to'

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“In my poetry class, I’ve always had students memorize something, a few things. I feel that if they’ve forgotten everything I’ve said, if they haven’t written anything down all semester and just stared out the window, at least they’ll come away with a poem memorized.

So one day, years ago, I was on the subway in New York, and a guy across the aisle kept kind of looking at me and finally he came over and said he recognized me as his teacher. I’d taught him about 10 years before that, or more. He’d since become an oncologist, and I congratulated him on his success. Then he said, “You made us memorize a poem.” And I said, “Yes.” And he said, “I’d like to say that poem for you.”

And it was a little poem by Emily Dickinson that he’d carried in his head, and maybe in his heart, for all those years. Over the roar of the 6 train, he yelled that poem in my ear, and I think it was probably the most satisfying pedagogical experience I’ve ever had.” -Billy Collins, in a conversation

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Gail Albert Halaban: Paris Views, courtesy of Edwynn Houk Gallery.

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they had me executed in the towns square yesterday

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Studies of a Man's Head, John Singer Sargent, 1875

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some of the rawest quotes from the priory of the orange tree are:

“No woman should be made to fear that she was not enough.”

“We may be small, and we may be young, but we will shake the world for our beliefs.”

“That is the problem with stories, child. The truth in them cannot be weighed.”

“You have not seen death, my lord. You have only seen the mask we put on it.”

“Piety can turn the power-hungry into monsters,’ Ead said. ‘They can twist any teaching to justify their actions.”

and my personal favourite:

“You wear so much armour by daylight that, by night, you can carry it no longer. By night, you are only flesh. And even the flesh of a queen is prone to fear. In darkness, we are naked. Our truest selves. Night is when fear comes to us at its fullest, when we have no way to fight it. It will do everything it can to seep inside you. Sometimes it may succeed - but never think that you are the night.”