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“These are my joys. I have counted them and I believe they are all there. Take them. Sing to them in your nights, toss them in your seas, let them die on your lips. These are my sorrows. I haven’t been able to count them, but I know they follow me faithfully. Take them. Let them fertilize your earth, let them leaven your bread, let them blaze in your fire. This is who I am. I am one with my darkness. I am complete. And since I weigh so little, lay me on your heart, for I have no other pillow, and no other dream.”

— Dulce María Loynaz, tr. James O’Connor, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “LXX”

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Find out what makes you kinder, what opens you up and brings out the most loving, generous, and unafraid version of you—and go after those things as if nothing else matters. Because, actually, nothing else does.

-George Saunders

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The longer I live, the more deeply I learn that love — whether we call it friendship or family or romance — is the work of mirroring and magnifying each other’s light. Gentle work. Steadfast work. Life-saving work in those moments when life and shame and sorrow occlude our own light from our view, but there is still a clear-eyed loving person to beam it back. In our best moments, we are that person for another. -James Baldwin

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