"But in the end, stories are about one person saying to another: This is the way it feels for me. Can you understand what I am saying? Does it feel this way to you?"
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"Impossible", Mher Arshakyan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)
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Marie Howe, from “Wanting a Child”, What the Living Do
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Sudden love, when gifted to a habitually unloved person, can induce nausea. It can become a thing you would claw and debase yourself for. It is necessary to wean yourself on to it, small portions.
― Sophie Mackintosh, The Water Cure
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"I feel so sad when I feel unlovable, and for some reason, I have developed a deep internal reaction that’s like an emergency system that reaches for beauty and softness”
Jenny Slate
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Hope was there and laughed me out of sadness whispering "winter will not linger long."
Emily Brontë, from "Death, That Struck When I Was Most Confiding"
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Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “All Day Long There Is a Bursting”
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Gregory Orr, from Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence, originally published in 2001
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We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.
— Leonora Carrington, from “The Hearing Trumpet.” (Jonathan Cape, 1974) (via Alive on All Channels)
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Victoria Chang, from With My Back to the World: Poems; “The Islands, 1961”
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And I said, "I feel so lonely," and he said, "lie down and tell me about it."
Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry
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