Every transgression is a game, every grief easy to bear compared with having discovered beauty; it was at once the crime that could never be atoned and the hurt that could never be assuaged, the tear that could never be dried.


Heimsljós (World Light) (1940)


Every transgression is a game, every grief easy to bear compared with having discovered beauty; it was at once the crime that could never be atoned...

Every transgression is a game, every grief easy to bear compared with having discovered beauty; it was at once the crime that could never be atoned...

Every transgression is a game, every grief easy to bear compared with having discovered beauty; it was at once the crime that could never be atoned...

Every transgression is a game, every grief easy to bear compared with having discovered beauty; it was at once the crime that could never be atoned...