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âI hold his name close as my own blood and I will never let it out. I only spoke it that once so he would know he was alive.â
â Louise Erdrich, Love Medicine
Clarice Lispector, from âPreciousness", Complete Stories (tr. by Katrina Dodson)
[ Text ID: Sometimes, instead of lines, sheâd draw / stars, stars, stars, ]
"Grief and love are sisters, woven together from the beginning. Their kinship reminds us that there is no love that does not contain loss and no loss that is not a reminder of the love we carry for what we once held close."
â Francis Weller, The Wild Edge of Sorrow: Rituals of Renewal and the Sacred Work of Grief
"The risk of love is loss and the price of loss is grief. But the pain of grief is only a shadow when compared with the pain of never risking love."
â Hilary Stanton Zunin
You dont fall in love with beautiful people but whom you fall in love with appears beautiful !
âNever, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.â
â Ernest Hemingway
âPeople start to heal the moment they feel heard.â
â Cheryl Richardson
âYour handwriting, the way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. Itâs all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self portrait. Everything is a diary.â
-Chuck Palahniuk
âRemember: when they look right through you, youâre still there.â
â Guante, âWhen They Look Right Through Youâ
you screamed
to the world,
âi love this girlâ,
but the birds,
and the trees,
and the rivers
already knew
that i was meant
for you.
koko.poetry
â James Baldwin, from "If Beale Street Could Talk"
[TEXT ID: "When there's nobody but us we eat in the kitchen, which is maybe the most important room in our house, the room where everything happens, where things begin and take their shape and end." END ID]
My toxic trait is that I truly believe I could win a fight against anybody if I was mad enough. U might have the strength and size but I have pure, unfiltered rage.
embrace
Briony Marshall (Peaceful embrace or the melting of boundaries), Stephan Sinding (To Mennesker), Gustav Vigeland (Kiss), William Zorach (Embrace), Antonio Canova (Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss)
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