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There's a strange frenzy in my head, of birds flying, each particle circulating on its own. Is the one I love everywhere?
- Rumi
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i think my heart was made for slow things. tea that takes time. stories that don’t rush. people who don’t ask "why are you so quiet?" as if quiet is a flaw.
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Anne Truitt, from a diary entry featured in Daybook: The Journal of an Artist
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this prolonged sorrow of the troubled heart has me at the mercy of your remembrance
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Lidia Yuknavitch, from Reading the Waves: A Memoir published in 2025
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your only job on this earth is to be so intrinsically yourself that the right people gravitate toward you and the wrong people move out of your way
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Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis
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Night and Her Daughter Sleep (1902)
— by Mary L. Macomber
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Lidia Yuknavitch, from Reading the Waves: A Memoir published in 2025
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