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Mary Oliver’s instructions for living a life.

From her poem “Sometimes,” found in the collection Red Bird.

5. Two or three times in my life I discovered love. Each time it seemed to solve everything. Each time it solved a great many things but not everything. Yet left me as grateful as if it had indeed, and thoroughly, solved everything.

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Before Sunrise (1995)

dir. Richard Linklater

If there’s any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know, it’s almost impossible to succeed. But who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt.

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I always feel like a freak because I’m never able to move on like this, you know? People just have an affair or even entire relationships–they break up and they forget. They move on like they would have changed brands of cereal. I feel I was never able to forget anyone I’ve been with because each person had their own specific qualities. You can never replace anyone; what is lost is lost. Each relationship, when it ends, really damages me; I never fully recover. That’s why I’m very careful with getting involved, because it hurts too much.

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