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Åtomo no Sakanoue no Iratsume, from a poem titled "Like the sedge of sun-dominated Naniwa," featured in Japanese Women Poets: An Anthology
āLife will defend itself no matter how small it is.ā
ā Yann Martel, Life of Pi
āI like it when somebody gets excited about something. Itās nice.ā
ā J.D. Salinger
Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
āI used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. Itās not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.ā
ā Robin Williams
ā Maria Eugenia Calderara, from Poems of Exile; āI Still Don't Know Your Name,ā
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Susan Huntington featured in "Open Me Carefully:Ā Emily Dickinsonās Intimate Letters to Susan Huntington Dickinson,"
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky's
'i am an observer, but not by choice.'
Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.
āIf I Am Killed For Simply Livingā ā Althea Davis
Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from a diary entry featured in The Selected Diaries of Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius
Donāt threaten me with a good time
If it costs you your peace, it is too expensive.
-Paulo Coelho