kiera epp

“Maybe the desire to make something beautiful is the piece of God that is inside each of us.”
― Mary Oliver, Blue Horses: Poems

“Everything that was broken has
forgotten its brokenness. I live
now in a sky-house, through every
window the sun. Also your presence.
Our touching, our stories. Earthy
and holy both. How can this be, but
it is. Every day has something in
it whose name is Forever.”
― Mary Oliver, Felicity

“I am growing up,’ she thought, taking her taper. 'I am losing my illusions, perhaps to acquire new ones,”
― Virginia Woolf, Orlando

“I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?”
― Voltaire, Candide, or, Optimism