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Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still

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“Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again.”

from Ernest Hemingway’s, The Garden of Eden

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from Hannibal, Unknown, War Of Foxes

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Anne Carson, from Red Doc>

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“It's odd how faces, solid and visible as they are, evaporate, while words, made of breath, stay.”

from Elif Shafak’s, The Architect’s Apprentice

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A traveller learns more than a passenger.

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Rumi.

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اب کے ہم بچھڑے تو شاید کبھی خوابوں میں ملیں

جس طرح سوکھے ہوئے پتے کتابوں میں ملیں

"This time if we part, we may meet in dreams;

Like finding dried flowers in books."

Ahmed Faraz

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"there were two reasons

i was scared

to let people in;

the damage they could do,

and the damage they could find."

Chris Mc Geown

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From Homer’s Odyssey.

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"Something is missing from me. And I can't. I can't."

from Mahmoud Darwish's, Memory for Forgetfulness

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— Mary Oliver, “Sometimes”, in Red Bird

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Karl Bryullov / The Last Day of Pompeii / Details

"i shall write it in my diary tonight."

"what?"

"that a burnt child loves the fire."

Oscar Wilde/ The Picture of Dorian Gray

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"i shall write it in my diary tonight."

"what?"

"that a burnt child loves the fire."

from Oscar Wilde's, The Picture of Dorian Gray

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- Tu ne crois à rien.

- Je crois à toi.

"You don't believe in anything.

I believe in you."

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“My wound existed before me; I was born to embody it.”

— Joe Bousquet