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What did my fingers do before they held him?
What did my heart do, with its love?

— Sylvia Plath


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April 24 2014

I am sad and have a passion for unknown, distant places. I want to see the world. And I would love it, if I just had the chance to get away for a little while. But sadly, things aren’t that easy; desire won’t change a thing.

— Abraham M. Alghanem, A Dying Flower (via perfect)

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April 22 2014


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April 22 2014

Hurt is a part of life. To be honest, I think hurt is a part of happiness, that our definition of happiness has gotten very narrow lately, very nervous, a little afraid of this brawling, fabulous, unpredictable world.

 Julian Gough, Juno & Juliet


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April 19 2014

Wounding and healing are not opposites. They’re part of the same thing. It is our wounds that enable us to be compassionate with the wounds of others. It is our limitations that make us kind to the limitations of other people. It is our loneliness that helps us to to find other people or to even know they’re alone with an illness. I think I have served people perfectly with parts of myself I used to be ashamed of.

— Rachel Naomi Remen, Kitchen Table Wisdom


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April 18 2014


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April 17 2014

Perhaps - I want the old days back again and they’ll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.

Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind


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April 17 2014

You can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.

— Laurell K. Hamilton


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April 13 2014

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April 10 2014

I wonder how many people don’t get the one they want, but end up with the one they’re supposed to be with.

— Fannie Flagg, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe


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April 10 2014

s.t.