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It's strange, how little love you can survive on until you experience the warmth of people who choose you despite everything.
Trang Thanh Tran, They Bloom at Night
I liked the taste of grass between my teeth, the bitter maple leaves, the sour sweetness of June's first strawberry in my mouth.
Adam Zagajewski, Sisters of Mercy
Money never leaves the grasp of the rich easily.
Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Gods of Jade and Shadow
When night came, an egg-moon slid over the steeple. We stared at the blue yolk yawning in the fire.
Emily Skaja, Girl Saints
Faces of orchids as spring departed cried noiseless tears: Migrant geese in the reeds of the isles proclaimed that spring had come, In the slime of desolate moors the floods of autumn whitened.
Li Ho, The Liang Terrace
"Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need to not be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?"
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Think of a piece of music. Is it not a miracle that each time the notes are played, the music is reborn? No scratches, no fading, no loss of fidelity.
Ryka Aoki, Light from Uncommon Stars
The world beyond me could touch me, but only in certain specific ways, and I didn't get to choose how the world could touch me. How awful, to not be able to choose the ways you can be touched by the world.
Nour Abi-Nakhoul, Supplication
at midnight how I love you and how you will never know
Joy Kogawa, From the Lost and Found Department
Then it came to me, my life. I remembered my life the way an ax handle, mid-swing, remembers the tree. & I was free.
Ocean Vuong, Woodworking at the End of the World
All grown-ups were children once-- although few of them remember it.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
It is a special kind of homelessness . . . to be evicted from your dreams.
Karen Russell, Sleep Donation
Night, you rained Serrated shadows through dank leaves Till, bathed in warm suffusion of your dappled cells Sensations pained me, faceless, silent night thieves.
Wole Soyinka, Idanre and Other Poems
It is more natural to me, lying down. Then the sky and I are in open conversation, And I shall be useful when I lie down finally: Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.
Sylvia Plath, I Am Vertical
Beneath the cage of ribs there's a bare scarred heart. My old life is smashed. I want a new way so different I won't have to think about what I was.
Keri Hulme, Te Kaihau/The Windeater
"The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes."
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles
there is beauty in believing in an after so hard a balm for the present wounds
Junie Désil, eat salt | gaze at the ocean