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to fall in love with God is to be the fish that falls in love with water; the bird that falls in love with air; the tree that falls in love with earth
“We all have to go on in our fumbling attempts to help each other and to say what is true and to release what poetry we have and to respect each other’s madness […]”
— Susan Sontag, On Paul Goodman (from Under the Sign of Saturn)
Louise Glück, from a poem titled "Telescope," featured in Averno: Poems, originally published in 2006
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“There is always a window, and I am always behind it, looking out, and desiring to escape to countries and places which I imagine to be light, wall-less, illimitable.”
— Anais Nin
“All that I know about my life, it seems, I have learned in books.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
“Almost all of my beliefs have deserted me. I take it as a kind of liberation, and anyway, they were never too many. Our houses are cluttered, our minds too, so a fire as devastating as it can be, can well clear the air, enlarge the space, make room for some silence.”
– Etel Adnan
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“Your keenness to gently open the door at night so as not to disturb a sleeper, your holding onto the door of mosque waiting for an elderly person to enter, your avoiding a passing cat from being run over, your smile at a child, your dua for a muslim who died because you are certain that no relative is calling for him, your closing a water tap that has not been closed, all this goodness is never in vain.”
“The bruises go away, and so does how you hate, and so does the feeling that everything you receive from life is something you have earned.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
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