The White Pulse of May.

The very end of spring is green and white. Country lanes are illuminated with cow parsley, a delicate foam of tiny petals in a sea of pale green. Every year, this is what tells me summer is near. A certain kind of sadness for the dying spring, a certain kind of hope for drier days (warm and li…

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Something to look forward to.

“Whether it’s setting in fall transplants, sowing seeds, planting daffodil bulbs, or planting a sapling, Ms. Hepburn’s oft-quoted remark is spot on. By taking up gardening, we initiate a relationship with nature and the future.”

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Wherever we go.

“ What reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where your bones and mine are buried, thrown, uncovered, together. They are strewn there pell-mell. One of your ribs leans against my skull. A metacarpal of my left hand lies inside your pelvis. (Agains…

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The quintessence of life.

“Do not shorten the morning by getting up late, or waste it in unworthy occupations or in talk; look upon it as the quintessence of life, as to a certain extent sacred.” — Arthur Schopenhauer, Counsels and Maxims

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What the world needs: Lovers.

“ The plain fact is that the planet does not need more successful people. but it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of every kind. it needs people who live well in their places. it needs people of moral courage willing to join the fight to make th…

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You’ll always fail sometimes when you begin.

And I know you wanna get out of here. i know you think this town is the problem but maybe it’s not, maybe it’s you i know you think there are walls around you, but did you ever look it’s so easy to blame other people, it’s so easy to hate where you’re from but the truth is we’re the product of nothing j…

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Once the storm is over.

“ E quando a tempestade acabar, você não se lembrará de como conseguiu sobreviver. Você nem terá certeza se a tempestade realmente acabou. Mas uma coisa é certa. Quando você sair da tempestade, não será a mesma pessoa que entrou. É disso que se trata esta tempestade. ” — Haruki Murakami It’s getting d…

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Every leaf speaks bliss.

“ Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night’s decay Ushers in a drearier day. ” – Emily Bronte

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What the living do.

“Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of. It’s winter again: the sky’s a deep, hea…

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Back to black.

“ he left no time to regret kept his dick wet with his same old safe bet me and my head high and my tears dry, get on without my guy you went back to what you know so far removed from all that we went through and I tread a troubled track my odds are stacked, I’ll go back to black We only said goodbye with w…

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