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You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.
James Baldwin
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I don't love you as if you were rare earth metals, conflict diamonds, or reserves of crude oil that cause war. I love you as one loves the most vulnerable species: urgently, between the habitat and its loss. I love you as one loves the last seed saved within a vault, gestating the heritage of our roots, and thanks to your body, the taste that ripens from its fruit still lives sweetly on my tongue. I love you without knowing how or when this world will end. I love you organically, without pesticides. I love you like this because we'll only survive in the nitrogen rich compost of our embrace, so close that your emissions of carbon are mine, so close that your sea rises with my heat.
Love in a Time of Climate Change by Craig Santos Perez
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We walk; no one follows us. We die; no one visits us. We shout; no one hears us. We write; no one reads us. We sleep; no one wakes us. We hope; no one saves us. We starve; no one feeds us. But if we resist, they kill us.
Mohammed Mousa
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Dismissing addictions as 'bad habits' or 'self-destructive behavior' comfortably hides their functionality in the life of the addict.
Vincent Felitti
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Nothing records the effects of a sad life so graphically as the human body.
Palace of Desire by Naguib Mahfouz
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What was it that did in reality make me an opium eater? Misery, blank desolation, abiding darkness.
Confessions of an English Opium Eater by Thomas de Quincey
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Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look.
Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare
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In the search for the truth, human beings take two steps forward and one step back. Suffering, mistakes, and weariness of life thrust them back, but the thirst for truth and stubborn will drive them forward. And who knows? Perhaps they will reach the real truth at last.
The Duel by Anton Chekhov
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I'll fill these dogged spies with false reports: And, pretty child, sleep doubtless and secure
King John IV by William Shakespeare
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What is addiction, really? It is a sign, a signal, a symptom of distress. It is a language that tells us about a plight that must be understood.
Breaking Down the Wall of Silence by Alice Miller
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The innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast.
Macbeth by William Shakespeare
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My eye frees what the page imprisons.
Reading by Ibn Ammar
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What mattered was that the sun had gone out, the very sun itself.
Gerald's Game by Stephen King
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With the falling of the first shadow of that darkness you shall see them go mad with fear . . . You could see the shudder sweep the mass like a wave.
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain
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It was the day my grandmother exploded.
The Crow Road by Iain Banks
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A dreadful sign appears above: the sun is veiled in mist, and darkness covers all the fertile earth
The Odyssey by Homer
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And she felt it. Her father's heart, beating there inside of him. It felt very certain, very strong, and very large. Just like Dr. Meescham had said: capacious.
Flora and Ulysses by Kate DiCamillo
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