proudgarbagequotesandpoems

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The center of every poem is this: I have loved you. I have had to deal with that.

Salma Deera

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“Suns may set and yet rise again, but Us, with our brief light, can set but once. The night which falls is one never-ending sleep”

Catullus 5, Catullus (via sophiecravenisalie)

#Catullus my beloved #this is like his most popular poem yet this line is so underrated #ugh the way i was shook when i finally had the translation right #quotes #catullus

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Some things could only be written in a foreign language; they are not lost in translation, but conceived by it. After all, a foreign language is like art- an alternative reality, a potential world

Svetlana Boym

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When you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off knives.

Lauren Eden

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Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined.

Ocean Vuong

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I'm nostalgic for the anger I once had.

Ishikawa Takuboku

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All my grief says the same thing: this isn't how it's supposed to be. This isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs. Holds my hpe by the throat. Says: 'but this is how it is.'

Fortessa Latifi

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I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell: I would know him blind by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

Madeline Miller

#quotes #madeline miller #song of achilles

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Hope is the thing with feathers the perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.

Emily Dickinson

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Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable hemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.

David Mitchell

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He's more myself than I am. whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Emily Brönte

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You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.

Oscar Wilde

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I'd cut my soul into a million pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I'd write love poems to the part of yourself that you can't stand. I'd stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I'm not afraid of your dark.

Andrea Gibson

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I am always trying to convey something that can't be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.

Franz Kafka

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If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

Emily Brönte

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Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge, a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.

Lauren Oliver

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And once the storm is over, you won't even remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, wether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.

Haruki Murakami

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