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Phenomenal Woman - Maya Angelou

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when Lemony Snicket wrote “I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you everyday” that hurt me

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“And it was Death itself who stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around me as tight as iron bands, and his lipless mouth kissing my neck as if in love. But as well as the horror, I felt a strange longing.”

— Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace, 1996.

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“Of all the violence I have known in my life I have never known violence like the violence I have spoken to myself.”

— Andrea Gibson, "Boomerang Valentine”

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Maybe he was sick a long time, always, and nobody knew it, and it was just coming out for the first time and you could see it.

House Made of Dawn, N. Scott Momaday

#literature #Native American literature #literacy #books #novels #house made of dawn #quote #prose #momaday #N. Scott Momaday #English major

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“It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.”

— Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

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“I am thinking—talking—in images. I don’t know how to write them down. Every feeling is physical.” 

As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980, Susan Sontag

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“I love you, and I’m conscious of you all the time.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Katherine Mansfield c. January 1921 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.” - Edgar Allan Poe, Complete Writings (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I think the greatest thing I could ever do, is love you with every ounce of my being for the rest of my days. There is nothing else that could ever measure up to this. Our love is all I could ever need.

— scrapnotes | these four walls

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“I feel myself shutting down, closing off, like I should tell people, ‘No, we don’t use this heart anymore. It’s too fragile.’”

— Courtney C. Stevens; The Lies About Truth

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“I can be feminine in all my rage. I can be girl and woman, and claws with teeth. Watch me burn.”

— Venetta Octavia, from “Sekhmet, Not Pin-Up Girl,” Prelude to Light (via lifeinpoetry)

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“I condemn you. Yet my heart yearns towards you. I would go with you through the fires of death. Yet am happiest alone.”

— Virginia Woolf, “The Waves” (via an-intelligible-world)

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“MY FUTURE includes sips at fresh coffee, mugs made in classes I took with my friends, an apron for when my clothes get too dusted from making bread, and long walks in the rain with my dog. My future looks like a basket full of blackberries and my grandmother’s recipe book. At some point, I’ll stop crying when every new year introduces itself. I’ll spend my years reading and loving and never being afraid of improving myself because there’s still so much to learn. My future wasn’t always so precious to me, but now that I know what it looks like, there’s no chance I’m going to miss it.”

— Schuyler Peck, My Future (via schuylerpeck)

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“It’s scary, sharing your life with someone, because suddenly they’re gone and every time you listen to The Smiths you feel like crying because you can’t help but think of that one time when they kissed you all through Asleep and How Soon is Now, and chocolate chip cookies are just baked dough that you picked out of their hair after that food fight you had in your underwear, and your bed is suddenly too empty and your room is too quiet because there is only one set of lungs breathing in the cool air, and you’re freezing, but the window is still open because January was their favorite month and you didn’t mind because their arms were warm. It’s scary, sharing, because people take bits of you and give you bits of them and then it’s March and you’re shivering in your empty bed, sobbing because now there’s something Morrissey can’t fix and baked cookie dough tastes strange and your own arms are not warm. You are alone.”

— m.v., The Aftermath

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“The person one loves at first is not the person one loves at last, and that love is not an end but a process through which one person attempts to know another.”

John Williams, Stoner

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