Apoorva Shetty
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“I understood why Catholics confess,even though they must know priests share the same sins, or worse.It does not matter who was listening; what mattered was leaving the wound open for the sun to purify and the rainwater to wash.”
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“The emotional residue of that night was like a drop of arsenic falling into the still waters of my soul, nothing having changed from the taste of it but everything now tainted.”
― The Sympathizer
― The Sympathizer
“Things I Want Decided
Which shouldn't exist
in this world,
the one who forgets
or the one
who is forgotten?
Which is better,
to love
one who has died
or not to see
each other when you're alive?
Which is better,
the distant lover
you long for
or the one you see daily
without desire?
Which is the least unreliable
among fickle things —
the swift rapids,
a flowing river,
or this human world?”
― The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan
Which shouldn't exist
in this world,
the one who forgets
or the one
who is forgotten?
Which is better,
to love
one who has died
or not to see
each other when you're alive?
Which is better,
the distant lover
you long for
or the one you see daily
without desire?
Which is the least unreliable
among fickle things —
the swift rapids,
a flowing river,
or this human world?”
― The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan
“Reformers tout an achievement, but then a housing plan is abandoned after local opposition, a high-speed rail line is shelved for exorbitant costs, or an offshore wind farm is blocked by local fishermen. Often enough, both sides in any given debate—those who want to change things, and those who fear that change will be destructive—are well-intentioned. But the movement’s inability to resolve its conflicting impulses has turned progressive policymaking into what drag racers call “warming the tires.” A driver steps on the brake and accelerator at the same time. The wheels spin. The track screeches. But the car remains in place.”
― Why Nothing Works: Who Killed Progress—and How to Bring It Back
― Why Nothing Works: Who Killed Progress—and How to Bring It Back
“To be an artist means not to compute or count; it means to ripen as the tree, which does not force its sap, but stands unshaken in the storms of spring with no fear that summer might not follow.”
― Letters to a Young Poet
― Letters to a Young Poet
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