Absurdity Everywhere

Prose, Books, Quotes “You find my words dark. Darkness is in our souls, don’t you think?” - James Joyce

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I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.

— Sylvia Plath

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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West, wr. c. February 1926

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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

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I wish you could live in my brain for a week. It is washed with the most violent waves of emotion. What about? I dont know. It begins on waking; and I never know which-shall I be happy? Shall I be miserable... I keep up some mechanical activity with my hands, setting type; ordering dinner. Without this, I should brood ceaselessly.

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West wr. c. February 1926

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Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,"

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Mahmoud Darwish, from The Adam of two Edens: Selected Poems; "Why Have You Left the Horse Alone?,"

[literaturewoman]

"Awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters."

—C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew

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Emily Brontë, from "Wuthering Heights," originally published in 1847

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Eavan Boland, “A Woman Painted on a Leaf”

[Text ID: “I want a poem I can grow old in. I want a poem I can die in.”]

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Rainer Maria Rilke, from "Letters to a Young Poet," originally published in 1929

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Unconditional: Not subject to any conditions or limitations; absolute and without restrictions, often used to describe love or support that is given without expectation or requirement.

To love in a way that is unwavering. To love even when circumstances or feelings may lead one to wish it would fade or lessen. To love someone even if you’ll never see them again.

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Jeanette Winterson, from "One Aladdin Two Lamps," originally published in November 2025

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.

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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959

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Czeslaw Milosz, from "Ars Poetica?"