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Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.
Richard Siken
Never cut what you can untie.
Robert Frost
I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me.
Jorge Luis Borges
I am under no obligation to make sense to you.
Neil DeGrasse Tyson
Until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter.
J. Nozipo Maraire
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
Sappho
What a marvelous feeling it would be, if we could say exactly how we felt. What a monumental victory. What a terrifying thought.
Akif Kichloo
I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people, to see one tiny part of them and confuse it with the whole.
Lauren Oliver
But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned to a pillar of salt. So it goes. People aren't supposed to look back. I'm certainly not going to do it anymore.
Kurt Vonnegut (Slaughterhouse-Five)
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.
Kait Rokowski
And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.
Kurt Vonnegut
Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself; I am large- I contain multitudes.
Walt Whitman
So if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me, because I, too, am fluent in silence.
R. Arnold
I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
I understand now that I'm not a mess, but a deeply feeling person in a messy world. I explain that now, when someone asks me why I cry so often, I say, 'For the same reason I laugh so often-- because I'm paying attention.'
Glennon Doyle Melton