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وجَلس حزنِي تِجاهي تأملني قليلآ، ثم أجهش الحزن بالبكاء ، وبَقيت صامتة

And my sorrow sat next to me, stared at me for a while,then it burst into tears and I remained silent.

-Ghada el-Samman

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– Louis Sachar, "Stanley Yelnats' Survival Guide to Camp Green Lake"

[TEXT ID: But don't forget who you really are. And I'm not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you're alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you. END ID]

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Lord, I confess I want the clarity of catastrophe but not the catastrophe. Like everyone else, I want a storm I can dance in. I want an excuse to change my life.

— Franny Choi, from "Catastrophe Is Next to Godliness," The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On

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I want the hunger God born me with.

— Maya Salameh, from "FAIROUZ RECITES HER LUNGS," How to Make an Algorithm in the Microwave

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The shame takes a backseat. When was the last time you had the luxury of forgetting about your body?

— Eli Tareq El Bechelany-Lynch, from "Portrait Of A Body In Pause," Knot Body

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Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus

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Mary Oliver, from “Hum, Hum”, A Thousand Mornings

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Rebecca Solnit, The Faraway Nearby

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Warsan Shire, from “Hooyo Isn't Home”, Bless the Daughter Raised by a Voice in Her Head

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Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

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“It is easier to forgive an enemy than forgive a friend.”

— William Blake

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“I know how this must go: eventually, I have to walk through the shape of  your loss like a door, to the world without the secret knowledge of  birds.”

— Aria Aber, from “An Essay on Loss”

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Via Snjezana Madzar / George Seferis, tr. by Edmund Keeley & Philip Sherrard from, “Memory I.”

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when ocean vuong said ‘i miss you more than i remember you’ and when sufjan stevens said ‘and i’m sorry i left but it was for the best though it never felt right, my little versailles’ and when mitski said ‘and i say your name in hopes you’ll hear it in the stars’ and when japanese breakfast said ‘hell is finding someone to love and i cant see you again’ and when madeline miller said ‘and perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone’

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“Home is wherever the grief washes off your hands with the most ease.”

— Hanif Willis-Abdurraquib

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Francis Forever by Mitski

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