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"The hardest thing about moving forward is leaving something behind - and usually it’s a part of ourselves." - Unknown
Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977
“I do not fear death.I fear dying incomplete”
— Levon Peter Poe
“Days I feel like a human being, while other days I feel more like a sound. I touch the world not as myself but as an echo of who I was.”
— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Penguin, 2019)
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay.
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