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We forget things if we have no one to tell them to...

—The Lunchbox (2013)

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I met you and now

I am kind to myself in my sleep

and how do you explain that?

- Laura Marris, from "Tell Me Gently," published in The Shallow Ends

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"The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack."

- Keith Miller

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"I want every night to lie close, close, close, close, close to you, closer than the marrow of your soul."

- Dylan Thomas, from a letter to Caitlin Thomas written c. March 1950

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I went mad, a god hurt me, I fell.

—grief lessons: four plays by euripides by anne carson

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If there is a light then I am going to swallow it. If there is a god then I'm going to make him cry.

—blasphemies at the 5th street station by s. osborn

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"[...] give back to me the soul l had as a child, matured by fairy tales, with its hat of feather and its wooden sword."

—Federico Garcia Lorca

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I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can't change.

- Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness