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“I fell asleep in the deep velvet of this wood; I dreamt divine things.”
— Delmira Agustini, from Morning Songs: Poems; “The Wings,” c. 1910
“If poets’ verses be but stories So be food and raiment stories; So is all the world a story; So is man of dust a story.”
— St. Columba (via setbabiesonfire)
“The older I get, the more I realize the value of privacy, of cultivating your circle and only letting certain people in. You can be open, honest, and real while still understanding not everyone deserves a seat at the table of your life.”
— WomenWorking.com
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Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems; “Where You Begin,”
“Step into the fire of self-discovery. This fire will not burn you, it will only burn what you are not.”
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“But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”
— Madeline Miller, excerpt from Circe
“You morning-star, Godchild of Aphrodite, miracle of beauty,”
— Alexander Pushkin, from The Collected Works; “To Olga Masson,”
“Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.”
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