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  • #1
    Richard Siken
    “Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.”
    Richard Siken

  • #2
    Richard Siken
    “Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

    I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #3
    Richard Siken
    “Imagine that the world is made out of love. Now imagine that it isn’t. Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where everyone has their back against the wall, where everyone is in pain and acting selfishly because if they don’t, they’ll die. Imagine a story, not of good against evil, but of need against need against need, where everyone is at cross-purposes and everyone is to blame.”
    Richard Siken

  • #4
    Richard Siken
    “Here I am
    leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
    burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
    my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
    We are all going forward. None of us are going back.”
    Richard Siken

  • #5
    Richard Siken
    “Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero.”
    Richard Siken

  • #6
    Richard Siken
    “I am singing now while Rome
    burns.”
    Richard Siken

  • #7
    Richard Siken
    “And the gentleness that comes,
    not from the absence of violence, but despite
    the abundance of it.”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #8
    Richard Siken
    “Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here's the desire to put it inside us, and then the question behind every question: What happens next?”
    Richard Siken, Crush

  • #9
    William Shakespeare
    “If music be the food of love, play on;
    Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
    The appetite may sicken, and so die.
    That strain again! it had a dying fall:
    O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound,
    That breathes upon a bank of violets,
    Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more:
    'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
    O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou,
    That, notwithstanding thy capacity
    Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
    Of what validity and pitch soe'er,
    But falls into abatement and low price,
    Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy
    That it alone is high fantastical.”
    William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night

  • #10
    William Shakespeare
    “Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
    William Shakespeare, The Tempest

  • #11
    William Shakespeare
    “By the pricking of my thumbs,
    Something wicked this way comes.”
    William Shakespeare, Macbeth

  • #12
    William Shakespeare
    “To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
    Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
    To the last syllable of recorded time;
    And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
    The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
    Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
    That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
    And then is heard no more. It is a tale
    Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
    Signifying nothing.”
    William Shakespeare, Macbeth

  • #13
    William Shakespeare
    “Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
    William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

  • #14
    William Shakespeare
    “With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.”
    William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

  • #15
    William Shakespeare
    “Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”
    William Shakespeare, Macbeth

  • #16
    William Shakespeare
    “Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
    SAMPSON [Aside to Gregory]: Is the law of our side, if I say ay?
    GREGORY [Aside to Sampson]: No.
    SAMPSON: No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #17
    William Shakespeare
    “If we shadows have offended,
    Think but this, and all is mended,
    That you have but slumbered here
    While these visions did appear.
    And this weak and idle theme,
    No more yielding but a dream,
    Gentles, do not reprehend:
    If you pardon, we will mend:
    And, as I am an honest Puck,
    If we have unearned luck
    Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
    We will make amends ere long;
    Else the Puck a liar call;
    So, good night unto you all.
    Give me your hands, if we be friends,
    And Robin shall restore amends.”
    William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

  • #18
    William Shakespeare
    “The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
    An evil soul producing holy witness
    Is like a villain with a smiling cheek,
    A goodly apple rotten at the heart.
    O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!”
    William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

  • #19
    Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
    “Nothing is so common-place as to wish to be remarkable.”
    Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr., Autocrat of the Breakfast Table

  • #20
    William Shakespeare
    “I defy you, stars.”
    William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

  • #21
    William Shakespeare
    “I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
    Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
    Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
    With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.”
    William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

  • #22
    William Shakespeare
    “The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?”
    William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure

  • #23
    Langston Hughes
    “I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.”
    Langston Hughes

  • #24
    Warsan Shire
    “give your daughters difficult names. give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. my name makes you want to tell me the truth. my name doesn’t allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right.”
    Warsan Shire

  • #25
    Warsan Shire
    “you can't make homes out of human beings
    someone should have already told you that”
    warsan shire

  • #26
    Warsan Shire
    “make love
    like you have no
    secrets
    like you’ve
    never been
    left
    never been
    hurt
    like the world
    don’t owe you a
    single
    wretched
    thing.”
    Warsan Shire

  • #27
    Warsan Shire
    “I belong deeply to myself.”
    Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth

  • #28
    Warsan Shire
    “later that night
    i held an atlas in my lap
    ran my fingers across the whole world
    and whispered
    where does it hurt?

    it answered
    everywhere
    everywhere
    everywhere.”
    Warsan Shire

  • #29
    Warsan Shire
    “Your daughter is ugly.
    She knows loss intimately,
    carries whole cities in her belly.

    As a child, relatives wouldn’t hold her.
    She was splintered wood and sea water.
    They said she reminded them of the war.

    On her fifteenth birthday you taught her
    how to tie her hair like rope
    and smoke it over burning frankincense.

    You made her gargle rosewater
    and while she coughed, said
    macaanto girls like you shouldn’t smell
    of lonely or empty.

    You are her mother.
    Why did you not warn her,
    hold her like a rotting boat
    and tell her that men will not love her
    if she is covered in continents,
    if her teeth are small colonies,
    if her stomach is an island
    if her thighs are borders?

    What man wants to lay down
    and watch the world burn
    in his bedroom?

    Your daughter’s face is a small riot,
    her hands are a civil war,
    a refugee camp behind each ear,
    a body littered with ugly things

    but God,
    doesn’t she wear
    the world well.”
    Warsan Shire

  • #30
    Warsan Shire
    “We blame you for floods
    for the flush of blood
    for men who are also wolves
    and even though you could pull
    the tide in by its hair
    we tell people that we walked all
    over you
    we blame you for the night
    for the dark
    for the ghosts
    you cold unimaginable thing
    following us home,
    we use you
    to see each others frail
    naked bodies beneath your blue light,
    we let you watch; you
    swollen against the glass
    breath a halo of steam
    as we move against one another
    wet and desperate
    like fish under
    a waterlogged sky.”
    Warsan Shire



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