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Some truths are not negotiable.

When the world falls silent and I am left with only my thoughts, God sits beside me. When my hands are empty and my spirit feels small, He fills me. When my heart aches in the quiet, He sings joy into my bones. When I cannot stand, He lifts me in His arms. He is my everything. Always.

Some days, this is the only truth that matters.

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Odysseus Elytis, from a poem titled "The Mad Pomegranate Tree," featured in The Collected Poems of Odysseus Elytis

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Waking up in this August rain hits differently. The sound of it echoes whispers of voices trying to meet each other from afar...The raindrops feel cathartic...

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It's a Catherine Earnshaw night...

'''Look!' she cried eagerly, 'that's my room with the candle in it, and the trees swaying before it; and the other candle is in Joseph's garret. Joseph sits up late, doesn't he? He's waiting till I come home that he may lock the gate. Well, he'll wait a while yet. It's a rough journey, and a sad heart to travel it; and we must pass by Gimmerton Kirk to go that journey! We've braved its ghosts often together, and dared each other to stand among the graves and ask them to come. But, Heathcliff, if I dare you now, will you venture? If you do, I'll keep you. I'll not lie there by myself: they may bury me twelve feet deep, and throw the church down over me, but I won't rest till you are with me. I never will!'

She paused, and resumed with a strange smile. 'He's considering - he'd rather I'd come to him! Find a way, then! not through that kirkyard. You are slow! Be content, you always followed me!'''

Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë

The book that holds my soul...

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Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

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Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova; "In A Dream,"

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Adrienne Rich, from a poem titled "Mother-In-Law," featured in A Wild Patiences Has Taken Me This Far: Poems

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Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Konstantin Rodzevich, featured in Letters to the Amazon

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Clarice Lispector, from her novel titled "The Passion According to G. H.," originally published in 1964

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Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust

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Happy birthday, Switzerland! 🇨🇭

One of the most beautiful countries I have visited.

*photos taken in Zermatt and Lugano - 2024*

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Mu Dan, from a poem titled "Eight Poems," featured in Modern Chinese Poetry: An Anthology

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Starting a new book at 4 o'clock in the morning because sleep just refuses to visit me tonight...

"The Seas" by Samantha Hunt, and a beautiful Introduction by Maggie Nelson.

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“She proved to him that there was something mysterious inside her, something dirty that he had not made that way. A darkness that was hers and that he would never understand.”

Leïla Slimani’s The Country of Others — the first masterful instalment in a trilogy dedicated to a turbulent period in Moroccan history.

Slimani doesn’t shy away from the body’s most intimate truths. Desire, fear, and power are entangled in ways that make comfort impossible.

There’s one passage I won’t share here — not out of modesty, but reverence. It’s one of the most honest portrayals of longing I’ve ever encountered.

And if anyone can do sensuality and sexuality justice in Literature, it’s the French writers. Plain and simple. 

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There’s a hush to July nights. Whatever whispers there might be, they are waiting.

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Alone is all right…

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Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov