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“Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
I did not expect to survive, earth suppressing me. I didn't expect to waken again, to feel in damp earth my body able to respond again, remembering after so long how to open again in the cold light . of earliest spring—
afraid, yes, but among you again crying yes risk joy
in the raw wind of the new world.”
― The Wild Iris by Louise Glück

“Moving on, as a concept, is for stupid people, because any sensible person knows grief is a long-term project. I refuse to rush. The pain that is thrust upon us let no man slow or speed or fix.”
― Max Porter, Grief Is the Thing with Feathers

“It grieves me to think of you in the past—
Look at you, blindly clinging to earth as though it were the vineyards of heaven while the fields go up in flames around you”
― The Wild Iris by Louise Glück

“I hated the idea that he knew everything about me while I knew little or nothing of him. I felt like someone who is blind and knows that he is being observed by the very people he would like to spy on in every detail.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Days of Abandonment