“He continued on, on to the glacier, towards the dawn, from ridge to ridge, in deep, new-fallen snow, paying no heed to the storms that might pursue him. As a child he had stood by the seashore at Ljósavík and watched the waves soughing in and out, but now he was heading away from the sea. "Think of me when you are in glorious sunshine." Soon the sun of the day of resurrection will shine on the bright paths where she awaits her poet. And beauty shall reign alone.” ThinkingChildrenMightSunPathSeaPoetShiningWaveStormSnowPursueDawnFallenGloriousSunshineResurrectionReignHeadingsHeedThink Of MeGlaciersRidgesShine OnSeashore Author:Halldór Laxness
“Where the glacier meets the sky, the land ceases to be earthly, and the earth becomes one with the heavens; no sorrows live there anymore, and therefore joy is not necessary; beauty alone reigns there, beyond all demands.” EarthJoyHeavenSkyLandSorrowDemandCeaseReignGlaciers Author:Halldór Laxness