“I can feel my heart and it is trembling.”
Sasha Fletcher
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“But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever”
Haruki Murakami
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"My heart is heavy?"
Albert Camus, The Possessed
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"I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong."
Brandon Stanton, Humans of New York
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"I walk alone with my own ghosts."
Clarice Lispector, Raging Against the Typewriter
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“But I wasn't crying because I was sad. I guess I was crying because we had nowhere else to go, no choice but to go on living in this world. Crying because we had no other world to choose, and crying at everything before us, everything around us.”
Mieko Kawakami, Heaven
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“These are melancholy days.”
May Sarton, Recovering: A Journal
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"But I remember, and remembering is like an open wound."
Clarice Lispector
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“I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't.”
Albert Camus, The Stranger
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may the gods feed them honey
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“It was as dark as it would ever be but then I knew to expect this, the month being December, the month of darkness.”
Louise Glück, Winter Recipes from the Collective
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“I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing and sweet to remember. "We are nearer to Spring than we were in September," I heard a bird sing in the dark of December.”
Oliver Herford, "I Heard a Bird Sing"
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“You showed me that I deserve more than I’ve been given.”
we're not really strangers
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"Let yourself become living poetry."
Rumi
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“Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.”
Napoleon Bonaparte
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“I've never been free in my whole life. Inside I've always chased myself.”
Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life
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“There is no such thing as a ghost of the dead. Yet suffering has a way of begging to be remembered. Sometimes, as a story. Sometimes, as a wraith.”
GennaRose Nethercott, Thistlefoot
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