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[ID: I loved someone / and I failed at it. Let me say it another way: I like to call myself wound / but I will answer to knife.]
— To Raja Rao, by Czeslaw Milosz
Mary Oliver, from “From the Book of Time”, Devotions
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours
“Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.”
— Patrick Rothfuss
“You don’t ask people with knives in their stomachs what would make them happy; happiness is no longer the point. It’s all about survival; it’s all about whether you pull the knife out and bleed to death or keep it in.”
— Nick Hornby, How to Be Good
“I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
First Memory
by Louise Glück
Long ago, I was wounded. I lived to revenge myself against my father, not for what he was— for what I was: from the beginning of time, in childhood, I thought that pain meant I was not loved. It meant I loved.
Saeed Jones, How We Fight for Our Lives
“—it whispers into the water. He will remember his first sight of the open sea: a grey wrinkled vastness, like the residue of a dream.”
— Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall
“Music washes away from the soul the dust of every day life.”
— Berthold Auerbach, On the Heights
“When I was young, I used to admire intelligent people; as I grow older, I admire kind people.”
—
“heart a door so heavy it hasn’t been opened in decades.”
— mouth (the task of a name), Uma Dwivedi
“It’s not love, or tenderness, or affection, it’s life itself, my life, that I found when I saw it in your hands,”
— The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait tr. Carlos Fuentes
““You’re not a monster,” I said. But I lied. What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, then adapted by the Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.”
— Ocean Vuong, from On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous.
Garrison Keillor, Supper