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Gertrud Kolmar, from Dark Soliloquy: The Selected Poems; "The Woman Poet,"
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The path isn’t a straight line; it’s a spiral. You continually come back to things you thought you understood and see deeper truths.
Barry H. Gillespie
— k.p.k
— wolkenleere, excerpt of a book I’ll never write
Some nights I wake and everything hurts a little. It is amazing how long a ruined thing will burn.
Elton Glaser, from a poem titled “And In The Afternoons I Botanized,” featured in Parnassus
“I think one of my favorite feelings is laughing with someone and realizing half way through how much you enjoy their existence.”
— Unknown
"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."
— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
“In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is the same: nhớ. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Con nhớ mẹ không? / flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?
— I miss you more than I remember you.”