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happywebdesign · 3 months ago
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Dinesen Pawson
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blackswaneuroparedux · 2 years ago
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The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.
- Isak Dinesen
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aviel · 6 months ago
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Dinesen Apartment by John Pawson
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thepooldiary · 2 years ago
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Dinesen
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noconcessions · 5 months ago
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kox · 7 months ago
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John Pawson x Dinesen: https://www.dinesen.com/en/pawson/
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mosaicos-poeticos · 4 months ago
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Isak Dinesen
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red-ibis-red · 1 year ago
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It was a day in late August; the clouds hung low; it had rained, but towards evening a wind rose, and the sunset was fine.
—Isak Dinesen, “Alkmene”, Winter’s Tales
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thedalatribune · 8 days ago
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© Paolo Dala
The Cure
The cure for anything is salt water:
sweat, tears or the sea.
Isak Dinesen
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withnailrules · 7 months ago
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The cure for anything is salt water:
sweat, tears, or the sea.
—Isak Dinesen, “The Deluge at Norderney”
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kamas-corner · 23 days ago
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-isak Dinesen
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greenbabyofficial · 6 months ago
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"She walked over the moors, grave as Ceres herself with a thunderbolt borrowed from Jove in her hand, who, even as she knits her brows, smells of strawberries and honey. Around the horizon the corn-lightnings were playing in her honor. She let her frock trail over the heather. Why should she not? Had a young highwayman met her, she might have made him her husband then and there, until death had them parted; or she might have chopped off his head, and God knows which fate would have been more to be envied him.
"She had no gay ditty on her lips. She had been seriously brought up as a good Protestant, and life had taught her no frivolity. In her heart she repeated the hymn of good Paul Ger-hardt, altering it as to the personal pronoun only:
Against me who can stand?
The lightning's in my hand.
Who dares to bring distress
Where I decide to bless?
—Karen Blixen, Seven Gothic Tales, 1934
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davidhudson · 9 months ago
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Isak Dinesen, April 17, 1885 – September 7, 1962.
1961 photo by Ugo Mulas.
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pandora-books · 28 days ago
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"In his love for her there was a kind dignity which rejected jealousy: he knew his passion to be of a different quality to that of any other man."
Isak Dinesen, from "Copenhagen Season," in Last Tales
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okuryazarlar · 1 year ago
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"La cura para todo es agua salada: Sudor, lágrimas, o el mar."
Isak Dinesen
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