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“I cannot explain what a prayer is
but I know how to kneel down into the grass
with the fallen leaves,
how to ask back and how to let go,
and how to get the sunset in my veins,
drop by drop, every day more.
And maybe some day I will learn,
to give much more, like trees in autumn,
until my own dissolution.”
― Monica Laura Rapeanu, The Void That Reflects Your Beauty

“Autumn questions: Does a dead leaf have a dream? Does she want to return to her green tree again? Does she want to drift in the wind and travel the world? Or does she want to meet other dead leaves? Maybe she just wants to get into the frame of a photo and become immortal?”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“It is so easy to be hopeful in the daytime when you can see the things you wish on. But it was night, it stayed night. Night was striding across nothingness with the whole round world in his hands . . . They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against cruel walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God