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you're smiling because the stars are just stars & you know we'll only live once this time

Ocean Vuong, Dear T

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"In my village we have a saying about separated sisters. They are like a woman an her reflection, doomed to stay on opposite sides of the pond."

Yaa Gyasi, Homegoing

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Sorrow makes for sincerity, I think.

Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire

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You're far more authentic when you're showing yourself in a horrible light.

Yasmina Reza, The God of Carnage

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My fingers tight as ivy on her shoulders, A light left burning for her in the kitchen. And heading back for home, the summer's Freedom dwindled night by night, the air Swung their crimson flashlamps

Seamus Heaney, The Ministry of Fear

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You teach your daughters how to rub poison on their skin remember to teach your sons how not to be serpents

Ijeoma Umebinyuo, You teach your daughters

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You cannot let the same sky cover you and your enemy, nor the same sun shine upon you and your father's murderer.

Luo Guanzhong, The Three Kingdoms, Vol. II: The Sleeping Dragon

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I'm sick to death of your well-groomed gods, your make-believe and your show.

Robert Service, The Heart of the Sourdough

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Time bleeds this time of year, sun late into the day with skies like watered-down raspberry tea. This season used to bring back crayon-scented memories full of composition books and leaking glue. It had the slickness of a paper cut: sharp and quick, then pressed with humidity under a cartoon-themed Band-Aid. Outside, everything is beautiful, all at the cusp of rotting. There are no cicadas, only buzzing wasps that squeeze into figs to lay their eggs. September is close, a month of new beginnings.

Trang Thanh Tran, They Bloom at Night

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All that is left to one who grieves Is convalescence. No change of heart or spiritual Conversion, for the heart has changed And the soul has been converted To a thing that sees How much it costs to lose a friend it loved.

Herbert Mason (trans.), Gilgamesh: A Verse Narrative

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"An enemy's mouth seldom speaks well."

Reynard the Fox

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Like the bee, she consorts with flowers to concoct her dream of a scented, pollen-yellow honey.

Simonides, On Poetry

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I'm angry because I understand, not because I don't.

Sarah Kane, 4.48 Psychosis

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"I was born With all good stars my enemies."

Ben Jonson, Volpone

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the sun slides up the sky, the newmint morning fine and warming, and sadness in my very bones.

Keri Hulme, Stonefish

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The birds no longer visit in the twilight. But its wood can still spark tinder. It does not care yet to be only the void at its heart.

Han Yü, A Withered Tree

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Let everything be consumed by the fire in the hope that something of value may be left which can be riddled out of the ashes.

Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings