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“He half wondered if he were not dead and in his despair he felt well up in him a surge of sorrow like a child beginning to cry but it brought with it such pain that he stopped it cold and began at once his new life and the living of it breath to breath.”

— Cormac McCarthy, “All the Pretty Horses”

#quotes #literature #cormac mccarthy #all the pretty horses

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I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship. – Louisa May Alcott

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whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

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I had endured, I told myself. I was so strong. But this is not strength. It is only endurance. A kind of emotional or therapeutic anorexia. I was not strong. Or if I was, it was the adrenaline of the wounded. I was really only broken, moving through the landscape as if I were not, and taking all my pride in believing I was passing as whole.

Alexander Chee, The Guardians, from How to Write an Autobiographical Novel

#strength #endurance #alexander chee #the guardians #how to write an autobiographical novel #quotes #lit

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richard siken, clementine von radics

#richard siken #clementine von radics

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the black saint & the sinner lady & the dead & the truth, morgan parker // the truth the dead know, anne sexton.

#morgan parker #anne sexton

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It's spring, soon blood is going to flow.

Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts; from 'In October 1991...', tr. Keith Cohen

#helene cixous #stigmata #blood

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Orville Peck — “Drive Me, Crazy”

#orville peck #lyrics #music #highway

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Sophokles, from Elektra; translated by Anne Carson in An Oresteia

Text ID: ELEKTRA: By dread things I am compelled. I know that. / I know what I am.

#sophokles #elektra #an oresteia #anne carson

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How good it is to love live things, even when what they've done is terrible, how much we each want to be the pure exonerated creature, to be turned loose into our own wide open without a single harness of sin to stop us.

Ada Limón, “The Long Ride” from Bright Dead Things

#ada limón #the long ride #bright dead things #poetry #quotes

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And it didn't matter what was beyond us, or what came before us, or what town we lived in, or where the money came from, or what new night might leave us hungry and reeling, we were simply going forward, riotous and windswept, and all too willing to be struck by something shining and mad, and so furiously hot it could kill us.

Ada Limón, “Oh Please, Let It Be Lightning” from Bright Dead Things

#ada limón #oh please let it be lightning #bright dead things #poetry #quotes #love as destruction

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— Ada Limón, “Lashed to the Helm, All Stiff and Stark” from Bright Dead Things

#ada limón #lashed to the helm all stiff and stark #bright dead things #quotes #poetry #grief #fire

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Wickedness has leaked into the home I made, and I want to burn it down. Sister, tell me how you stand the murderous fury. You there still singing, I crave demolishing, to eat explosives. How could I have imagined this? Mortal me, brutal disaster born out of so much greed.

Ada Limón, “Home Fires” from Bright Dead Things

#ada limón #home fires #bright dead things #poetry #quotes #ruin #rage #fire

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Vincent Cacciotti

#art

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Yves Olade, Belovéd

#yves olade #belovéd #love as destruction

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... and I think of that feeling when you're really full, or life is full and you can't think of anything else that could fit in it, but then even more sky comes and more days and there is so much to remember and swallow.

Ada Limón, “Someplace Like Montana” from Bright Dead Things

#ada limón #someplace like montana #bright dead things #poetry #quotes

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I imagine what it must be like to stay hidden, disappear in the dusky nothing and stay still in the night. It's not sadness, though it may sound like it. I'm thinking about people and trees and how I wish I could be silent more, be more tree than anything else, less clumsy and loud, less crow, more cool white pine, and how it's hard not to always want something else, not just to let the savage grass grow.

Ada Limón, “Mowing” from Bright Dead Things

#ada limón #mowing #bright dead things #poetry #quotes #silence