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“How we need another soul to cling to.”

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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“I shall look at the world through tears. Perhaps I shall see things that dry-eyed I could not see.”

Nicholas Wolterstorff, Lament For A Son

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“Death steals everything except our stories.”

Jim Harrison, In Search of Small Gods

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“My life is very simple. I read a lot of books. I watch a lot of movies. Listen to a lot of music. Walk the dog. Cook. Be with my family.”

Cillian Murphy

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And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.

William Wordsworth, from “The Fountain”

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In winter    all the singing is in         the tops of the trees

Mary Oliver, from “White-Eyes”

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Ashleigh Joy Photography

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All the complicated details of the attiring and the disattiring are completed! A liquid moon moves gently among the long branches. Thus having prepared their buds against a sure winter the wise trees stand sleeping in the cold.

William Carlos Williams, “Winter Trees”

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Again I reply to the triple winds running chromatic fifths of derision outside my window:                                  Play louder. You will not succeed. I am bound more to my sentences the more you batter at me to follow you.                                  And the wind, as before, fingers perfectly its derisive music.

William Carlos Williams, “January”

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Journie Crenshaw

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Now I become myself. It's taken Time, many years and places;

May Sarton, from “Now I Become Myself”

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And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.

Franz Wright, from “Night Walk”

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Mona Struthers

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Though fairy tales end after ten pages, our lives do not. We are multi-volume sets. In our lives, even though one episode amounts to a crash and burn, there is always another episode awaiting us and then another. There are always more opportunities to get it right, to fashion our lives in the ways we deserve to have them. Don’t waste your time hating a failure. Failure is a greater teacher than success.

Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves

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The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.

Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves

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