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A happy ending:
“She agreed to love herself deeply.She was finally the sun of her own life.”
-Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction
“Being brave doesn’t mean you aren’t scared. Being brave means you are scared, really scared, badly scared, and you do the right thing anyway.”
— Neil Gaiman
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“A line of the poem reads, “the old enchantment holds”–and that is true. Through the intonations of its choral music, the poem is an enchantment: there is magic in it.”
— Horace Gregory, Introduction to Helen in Egypt by H.D. (via theperfumemaker)
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“For the longest time I thought the night was furred, a mass of soft hair fallen each dusk.”
— Meg Reynolds, from ‘Vigil’. Published in The Missing Slate.
“Where did love begin? What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea?”
— Jeanette Winterson, from Lighthousekeeping
“The sun, the sound of brass, and the sacred etesian winds Vowed on his breast, “Life may I take joy of you!” There was no room there for a darker power Only with light spilled from a laurel bough… And Goodness appeared with sword in hand To say from within his eyes and their banners “I live!””
— Odysseus Elytis
Paul Eluard, “No More Alone”, Selected Poems (trans. Gilbert Bowen)
[Text ID: “Holding hands they danced they sang An old song a new song then a song of freedom It lit the darkness and the darkness blazed”]
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