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  • #1
    Clarice Lispector
    “Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?”
    Clarice Lispector, A Hora da Estrela

  • #2
    Kaveh Akbar
    “If the mortal sin of the suicide is greed, to hoard stillness and calm for yourself while dispersing your riotous internal pain among all those who survive you, then the mortal sin of the martyr must be pride, the vanity, the hubris to believe not only that your death could mean more than your living, but that your death could mean more than death itself—which, because it is inevitable, means nothing.”
    Kaveh Akbar, Martyr!

  • #3
    Kaveh Akbar
    “Eight of the ten commandments are about what thou shalt not. But you can live a whole life not doing any of that stuff and still avoid doing any good. That’s the whole crisis. The rot at the root of everything. The belief that goodness is built on a constructed absence, not-doing. That belief corrupts everything, has everyone with any power sitting on their hands.”
    Kaveh Akbar, Martyr!

  • #4
    Kaveh Akbar
    “Love was a room that appeared when you stepped into it.”
    Kaveh Akbar, Martyr!

  • #5
    “Truly
    I try to be good but sometimes
    a person just has to break out and
    act like the wild and springy thing
    one used to be. It’s impossible not
    to remember wild and want it back. So
    if someday you can’t find me you might
    look into that tree or—of course
    it’s possible—under it.”
    Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings: Poems

  • #6
    “You do not have to be good.
    You do not have to walk on your knees
    for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
    You only have to let the soft animal of your body
    love what it loves.
    Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
    Meanwhile the world goes on.
    Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
    are moving across the landscapes,
    over the prairies and the deep trees,
    the mountains and the rivers.
    Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
    are heading home again.
    Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
    the world offers itself to your imagination,
    calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
    over and over announcing your place
    in the family of things.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #7
    “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #8
    Franz Kafka
    “Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #9
    Franz Kafka
    “I am a cage, in search of a bird.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #10
    Franz Kafka
    “Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #11
    Franz Kafka
    “All language is but a poor translation.”
    Franz Kafka

  • #12
    Franz Kafka
    “I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.”
    Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

  • #13
    Franz Kafka
    “I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.”
    Franz Kafka, Franz Kafka's The Castle

  • #14
    “Instructions for living a life.
    Pay attention.
    Be astonished.
    Tell about it.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #15
    “You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.”
    Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

  • #16
    “I believe in kindness. Also in mischief. Also in singing, especially when singing is not necessarily prescribed.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #17
    “When it's over, I want to say: all my life
    I was a bride married to amazement.
    I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

    When it is over, I don't want to wonder
    if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
    I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
    or full of argument.

    I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #18
    “I tell you this
    to break your heart,
    by which I mean only
    that it break open and never close again
    to the rest of the world.”
    Mary Oliver, New and Selected Poems, Vol. 2
    tags: lead

  • #19
    “To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.”
    Mary Oliver

  • #20
    “If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is its way of fighting back, that sometimes something happened better than all the riches or power in the world. It could be anything, but very likely you notice it in the instant when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)”
    Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

  • #21
    Charles Bukowski
    “My Dear,
    Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it's much better to be killed by a lover.
    -Falsely yours”
    Charles Bukowski



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