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“The seas did not forgive, and they did not welcome their wayward children home.”
— Mira Grant, Into the Drowning Deep
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— Lullaby for Myself, Vahan Teryan
[text ID: Finally it's dark, / a peaceful night. / The stars telegraph: / Nothing lasts but light.]
Charles Moore, Reading Gandhi’s All Men Are Brothers, ca. 1960
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Maggie Nelson, from Something Bright, Then Holes
“He looked across the sea and knew how alone he was now. But he could see the prisms in the deep dark water and the line stretching ahead and the strange undulation of the calm. The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.”
— Ernest Hemingway, from The Old Man and the Sea (via firstfullmoon)
Sono sempre stato una di quelle persone che fanno tutto sbagliato.
A volte ho la sensazione di essere solo al mondo.
Altre volte ne sono sicuro.
Charles Bukowski