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Whether it’s the best of times or the worst of times, it’s the only time we’ve got.

Art Buchwald

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And that’s how you go on. You lay laughter over the dark parts. The more dark parts, the more you have to laugh. With defiance, with abandon, with hysteria, any way you can.

Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

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A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.

Robert A. Heinlein

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You have a much better life if you wear impressive clothes.

Vivienne Westwood

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Why love what you will lose? There is nothing else to love.

Louise Gluck, From the Japanese

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If one reads enough books one has a fighting chance. Or better, one’s chances of survival increase with each book one reads.

Sherman Alexie

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‘But you found what you wanted?’ ‘I have accepted what I found. Is that the same?’ ‘For most people. I think you wanted more.’

Evelyn Waugh, Helena

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Let me be holy and warm. Let me be the exhale. The best wine. The wish on every eyelash.

Stevie Edwards, Offering

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The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands.

Carolyn Forché

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Body of skin, of moss, of ardent and constant milk.

Pablo Neruda

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… if it’s selfless love you’re looking for, you’ve got the wrong goddess.

Margaret Atwood

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You wake In the dark, weeping. You hear The river outside your window, Flowing to the sea. You think: Who could read poems In this darkness?

Gregory Orr

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How to un-want what the body has wanted, explain how the flesh in its wisdom was wrong?

Cecilia Woloch

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I wanted from you– blood at its richest, most luminous, in that first moment it touches the air.

Alex Dimitrov, All Souls Day

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this sorrow-of-home-girl this river-of-bees-girl this blood-honey-girl this night-singing-girl this throat full of ghosts

Sarah Lubala, Portrait of a Girl at the Border Wall

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I am all film and tongue and flower

Anne Sexton, The Book of Folly

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You, unsuspecting, wear me too — And angels know the rest

Emily Dickinson