Don't cry. Don't cry. You know this is gonna happen. You don't need to cry. No need to cry.
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Don't cry. Don't cry. You know this is gonna happen. You don't need to cry. No need to cry.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends
I once read that you gave flowers to girls to let them know they are beautiful.
In more than three decades of my life, not a single flower has ever found its way into my hands.
Perhaps the silence of empty petals tells its own story.
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
Ada Limón, from "Against Breaking: On the Power of Poetry," originally published in April 2026
Jean-Paul Sartre, from a play featured in "No Exit and Three Other Plays," originally published in 1944
Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems
Luca Ponsato - Does Anyone See My Suffering
Makenzie Campbell, from a poem featured in "2 a.m. Thoughts," originally published in 2017
Tove Ditlevsen, from a poem featured in There Lives a Young Girl in Me Who Will Not Die: Selected Poems
Ariel Day, from a poem titled "Long Term Memory," featured in Black Roses: Poems about Love, Heartbreak, Mental Health, Self Love
there was a version of me who begged to be chosen. she rests now.
she died actually
L. V., writing as you sleep