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“How do we move through all this beauty without destroying it?”
― Kaveh Akbar, Martyr!

“It is the little rift within the lute;
That by and by will make the music mute;
And ever widening slowly silence all.”
― Alfred Tennyson, Merlin and Vivien

“Do tears not yet spilled
wait in small lakes?

Or are they invisible rivers
that run toward sadness?”
― Pablo Neruda, The Book of Questions

“I thought I should rein my sadness in, keep it small, not let it surround me, or spread to my bloodstream or thereabouts. Turn it into a ball, bullet or pellet. Swallow it quick.”
― Mercè Rodoreda, La plaça del Diamant