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  • #1
    Terese Marie Mailhot
    “The truth of this story is a detailed thing, when I'd prefer it be a symbol or a poem - fewer words, and more striking images to imbue all out things.”
    Terese Marie Mailhot, Heart Berries

  • #2
    Terese Marie Mailhot
    “I had not stopped wanting to die. It was not romantic because it felt passionless - like a job I hated and needed. Romanticism requires bravery and risk. The obsessive thoughts ruined things. Good news was met with a numb feeling. The voice I heard was practical.”
    Terese Marie Mailhot, Heart Berries

  • #3
    Ta-Nehisi Coates
    “But my experience in this world has been that the people who believe themselves to be white are obsessed with the politics of personal exoneration. And the word racist, to them, conjures, if not a tobacco-spitting oaf, then something just as fantastic -- an orc, troll, or gorgon...This was the attempt to commit a shameful act while escaping all sanction, and I raise it to show you that there was no golden era when evildoers did their business and loudly proclaimed it as such.”
    Ta-Nehisi Coates, Between the World and Me

  • #4
    “Your new life is going to cost you your old one.
    It’s going to cost you your comfort zone and your sense
    of direction.
    It’s going to cost you relationships and friends.
    It’s going to cost you being liked and understood.
    It doesn’t matter.
    The people who are meant for you are going to meet you
    on the other side. You’re going to build a new comfort
    zone around the things that actually move you forward.
    Instead of being liked, you’re going to be loved. Instead of
    being understood, you’re going to be seen.
    All you’re going to lose is what was built for a person you
    no longer are.”
    Brianna Wiest, The Mountain Is You: Transforming Self-Sabotage Into Self-Mastery

  • #5
    Andrea Dworkin
    “The accounts of rape, wife beating, forced childbearing, medical butchering, sex-motivated murder, forced prostitution, physical mutilation, sadistic psychological abuse, and other commonplaces of female experi
    ence that are excavated from the past or given by contemporary survivors should leave the heart seared, the mind in anguish, the conscience in upheaval. But they do not. No matter how often these stories are told, with whatever clarity or eloquence, bitterness or sorrow, they might as well have been whispered in wind or written in sand: they disappear, as if they were nothing. The tellers and the stories are ignored or ridiculed, threatened back into silence or destroyed, and the experience of female suffering is buried in cultural invisibility and contempt… the very reality of abuse sustained by women, despite its overwhelming pervasiveness and constancy, is negated. It is negated in the transactions of everyday life, and it is negated in the history books, left out, and it is negated by those who claim to care about suffering but are blind to this suffering.

    The problem, simply stated, is that one must believe in the existence of the person in order to recognize the authenticity of her suffering. Neither men nor women believe in the existence of women as significant beings. It is impossible to remember as real the suffering of someone who by definition has no legitimate claim to dignity or freedom, someone who is in fact viewed as some thing, an object or an absence. And if a woman, an individual woman multiplied by billions, does not believe in her own discrete existence and therefore cannot credit the authenticity of her own suffering, she is erased, canceled out, and the meaning of her life, whatever it is, whatever it might have been, is lost. This loss cannot be calculated or comprehended. It is vast and awful, and nothing will ever make up for it.”
    Andrea Dworkin, Right-Wing Women

  • #6
    فریدون مشیری
    “من اینجا ریشه در خاکم
    من اینجا عاشق این خاک اگر آلوده یا پاکم
    من اینجا تا نفس باقیست می مانم
    من از اینجا چه می خواهم،نمی دانم
    امید روشنائی گر چه در این تیره گیهانیست
    من اینجا باز در این دشت خشک تشنه می رانم
    من اینجا روزی آخر از دل این خاک با دست تهی
    گل بر می افشانم
    من اینجا روزی آخر از ستیغ کوه چون خورشید
    سرود فتح می خوانم
    و می دانم
    تو روزی باز خواهی گشت”
    فریدون مشیری

  • #7
    John Berger
    “A woman must continually watch herself. She is almost continually accompanied by her own image of herself. Whilst she is walking across a room or whilst she is weeping at the death of her father, she can scarcely avoid envisaging herself walking or weeping. From earliest childhood she has been taught and persuaded to survey herself continually. And so she comes to consider the surveyor and the surveyed within her as the two constituent yet always distinct elements of her identity as a woman. She has to survey everything she is and everything she does because how she appears to men, is of crucial importance for what is normally thought of as the success of her life. Her own sense of being in herself is supplanted by a sense of being appreciated as herself by another....

    One might simplify this by saying: men act and women appear. Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at. This determines not only most relations between men and women but also the relation of women to themselves. The surveyor of woman in herself is male: the surveyed female. Thus she turns herself into an object -- and most particularly an object of vision: a sight.”
    John Berger, Ways of Seeing

  • #8
    Aldous Huxley
    “But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”
    Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

  • #9
    Edna St. Vincent Millay
    “Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.”
    Edna St. Vincent Millay

  • #10
    Coco J. Ginger
    “I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.”
    Jamie Weise

  • #11
    Louise Erdrich
    “Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and being alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You have to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes too near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.”
    Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum

  • #12
    Franz Kafka
    “But I’m not guilty,” said K. “there’s been a mistake. How is it even possible for someone to be guilty? We’re all human beings here, one like the other.” “That is true” said the priest “but that is how the guilty speak”
    Franz Kafka, The Trial

  • #13
    Franz Kafka
    “I see, these books are probably law books, and it is an essential part of the justice dispensed here that you should be condemned not only in innocence but also in ignorance.”
    Franz Kafka, The Trial

  • #14
    Terese Marie Mailhot
    “Nothing is too ugly for this world, I think. It’s just that people pretend not to see.”
    Terese Marie Mailhot, Heart Berries

  • #15
    Terese Marie Mailhot
    “I think self-esteem is a white invention to further separate one person from another. It asks people to assess their values and implies people have worth. It seems like identity capitalism.”
    Terese Marie Mailhot, Heart Berries: A Memoir

  • #16
    Terese Marie Mailhot
    “I couldn't distinguish the symptoms from my heart. It was polarizing to be told there was a diagnosis for the behaviors I felt justified in having.”
    Terese Marie Mailhot, Heart Berries

  • #17
    Terese Marie Mailhot
    “People have a right to think things will change. I allowed myself that much.”
    Terese Marie Mailhot, Heart Berries: A Memoir

  • #18
    Audre Lorde
    “Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.”
    audre lorde



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