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    Emily Dickinson
    “I felt a Cleaving in my Mind—
    As if my Brain had split—
    I tried to match it—Seam by Seam—
    But could not make it fit.

    The thought behind, I strove to join
    Unto the thought before—
    But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
    Like Balls—upon a Floor.”
    Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

  • #2
    Thomas Merton
    “The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them”
    Thomas Merton, No Man Is an Island

  • #3
    William Shakespeare
    “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.”
    William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

  • #4
    Franz Kafka
    “I am free and that is why I am lost.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #5
    David Foster Wallace
    “Everything I've ever let go of has claw marks on it. (on the wall of a bedroom at a recovery house for alcoholics and drug addicts)”
    David Foster Wallace

  • #6
    Charles Bukowski
    “I want to be with you. It's as simple, and as complicated as that.”
    Charles Bukowski

  • #7
    Fernando Pessoa
    “I bear the wounds of all the battles I avoided.”
    Fernando Pessoa

  • #8
    Lord Byron
    “The day drags through though storms keep out the sun;
    And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on:

    Even as a broken mirror, which the glass
    In every fragment multiplies; and makes
    A thousand images of one that was,
    The same, and still the more, the more it breaks;
    And thus the heart will do which not forsakes,
    Living in shattered guise, and still, and cold,
    And bloodless, with its sleepless sorrow aches,
    Yet withers on till all without is old,
    Showing no visible sign, for such things are untold.”
    Lord Byron, The Complete Poetical Works of Byron



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