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Wisława Szymborska, from “Sky”, View with a Grain of Sand (trans. Stanisław Barańczak & Clare Cavanagh)  

#alecto

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But when she was scared, she was a child again, and she was more afraid of being a child again than anything else in her life.

Harrow the Ninth, Tamsyn Muyr

#harrow the ninth #tamsyn muir #the locked tombe #carrie #leonora

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He thought that she was mysterious, and that appealed to him. He thought that her guardedness, her need to be alone, was all a defense mechanism that he had to get past. Either she was a puzzle to be solved—and then later, discarded—or he simply thought that he needed to get to know her better, to break through to some other place, some core where another person lived inside of her. But that was the catch. There was no other person, no self that she was hiding. [She] was who she seemed to be on the outside. That would never change.

Lena Nguyen, We Have Always Been Here

#aoife #leonora

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Isabel Allende ― The House of the Spirits

#rayane #sane

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You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.

Ernest Hemingway; The Sun Also Rises

#lee

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When I’m with you, I feel a kind of calm I’ve never felt in my life. I’m tangled up in you and you’re tangled up in me and it feels right. Like it was meant to be.

Rachel Gibson, Tangled Up In You

#caliban #caca

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The Greeks created gods that were in their image; warlike but creative, wise but ferocious, loving but jealous, tender but brutal, compassionate, but vengeful.

Stephen Fry, Mythos: The Greek Myths Retold

#ephraim #carrie #piotr

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Your soul has fallen to bits and pieces. Good. Rearrange them to suit yourself.

Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf

#sylas

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Life went on without you. Of course, it did. Of course, it does. It was just an ending, not the end.

Lang Leav

#ephraim #ephrail

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Sometimes truths are what we run from, and sometimes they are what we seek.

R.D. Ronald

#caliban

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Amid all the chaos, I heard your voice calling my name. And I thought to myself, I am glad I had a chance to know you and told you who I am.

meeting you, for the first time // ma.c.a

#aoife #safe

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(…) no one wants a half-remembered tragedy. You must know the width of the knife and how it ruined you, name the organs it kissed.

Life of the Party, ‘Addendum II to No Baptism’ by Olivia Gatwood

#carrie #chaos

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Today you want nothing because wanting comes too close to feeling.

Anybody, ‘Bouquet’ by Ari Banias

#carrie #chaos

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I wish I had done everything on Earth with you.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

#aoife #safe

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You were my death: / you I could hold on to, / while all fell from me.

— Paul Celan, “[You were],” Breathturn into Timestead, tr. Pierre Joris

#piotr #fiot

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My tenderest kisses, beloved little being — I dreamt about you.

Simone de Beauvoir (1908-1986), in a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre (1905-1980),  Friday [7 July 1939], Amiens, in “Letters To Sartre”, translated by Quintin Hoare

#ephraim #ephrail

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She wanted to say I love you like a thunderstorm, like a lion, like a helpless rage…

Ken Follett, The Pillars of the Earth

#rafaela