“It is your part to kill me, mine to die without flinching.”
— Epictetus, from Discourses (Translated by Robert Dobbin)
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“It is your part to kill me, mine to die without flinching.”
— Epictetus, from Discourses (Translated by Robert Dobbin)
“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
Undersong, ‘The Evening News’ (1979) by Audre Lorde
[ID: any wound will stop bleeding / if you press down / hard enough.]
“Anne, I adore you. When I’m with you nothing else matters, the whole world makes sense”
text id: A not admitting of the wound (1188) by Emily Dickinson. // A not admitting of the wound / Until it grew so wide / That all my Life had entered it / And there were troughs beside — // A closing of the simple lid that opened to the sun / Until the tender Carpenter / Perpetual nail it down — /end id.
luna adriana / jane austen / leo tolstoy / haruki murakami / dejan stojanovic / haruki murakami
Suppose there is an end to our suffering. Like a chariot, the absence of grief circles us with the obstinate heat of the largest star. To believe in the radiant orbit of this fire. To face an empty cup and find the constellated mire of you and me and the toppling of a century. We rise from the painful corridors of a life.
— Muriel Leung, from “When I Imagine All the Possibilities of the Swarm,” Imagine Us, The Swarm
“Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool.”
— Robert Brault
Jonny Bolduc, Ending
“Grief is a circular staircase. I have lost you.”
— from “The Five Stages of Grief” by Linda Pastan, in The Five Stages of Grief
“Hold my hand in yours, and we will not fear what hands like ours can do.”
— The Epic of Gilgamesh (Danny P. Jackson translation)
Scully in Sunlight -> [1/?]
and though I shun you, you are everywhere I go; In the deep woods, your image haunts my sight;
— Jean Racine, Phaedra [tr. Richard Wilbur]
Some of us did not die
. What we live we would not wish on anyone
.
— Rosamond S. King, from All the Rage
a dialogue between the unloved and the loving
neil hilborn // miranda july // @orpheuslament // aaron o’hanlon // natalie wee “least of all” // @fridayiminlovemp3 // maria petrovykh “love me. i am pitch black” // “the seven husbands of evelyn hugo” // sylvia plath “johnny panic & the bible of dreams” // sue zhao // virginia woolf from a letter to katherine mansfield // trista mateer
“If you were raised in an environment where emotion was minimized, seen as weakness, invalidated, shut down, perceived as wasteful (e.g., crying won’t help), or even punished, then giving yourself permission to feel, recognize, and explore may be a bigger challenge. You might be the first person in your life to grant yourself the permission you need to experience emotion. If you’re worried that giving permission to experience and engage with emotion will turn you into something you’re not or someone you don’t want to become—it won’t. It will, however, give you the opportunity to be your most authentic self. We are wired to be emotional beings. When that part of us is shut down, we’re not whole.”
— Brené Brown, Rising Strong