Mateo

“And we, who have always thought
of happiness as rising, would feel
the emotion that almost overwhelms us
whenever a happy thing falls.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies

“Alone he climbs on, up the mountains of primal grief.
And not once do his footsteps echo from the soundless path.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies

“Still, I imagined myself going to some Boston priest--it would have to be Boston, because I didn't want any priest in my home town to know I'd thought of killing myself. Priests were terrible gossips.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“She says she is aware of the irony of being a medical examiner who smokes, but that for all the blackened lungs she's seen, it is more disturbing to open the chest cavity of a veteran and find it is pristine.”
― Raven Leilani, Luster