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i never really got there, i just pretended that i had

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Surprise me, confound me, stir my senses.

Susan Sontag, from The Complete Works; “The Benefactor,”

Some days I want to sit in my sadness like a parked car, engine still hot but breathing, waiting for a song to end. But some never do.

Emilia Phillips, Moonpie

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I hadn’t told them about you, but they saw you bathing in my eyes.

Nizar Qabbani, What Love Can Do

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Why do I find everything but peace?

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947

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The trouble with me is that whether I get love or not / I suffer from it.

C.K. Williams, from The Collected Poems; “On the Roof,”

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Passion gives me moments of wholeness.

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry from The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Volume One, 1931-1934

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Consume me, carry me to the furthest limit.

Virginia Woolf, from “The Waves”

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I prefer to choose my hell.

Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit And Three Other Plays

I seek only the high moments. I am in accord with the surrealists, searching for the marvelous. [...] I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger than reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. 1 (1931-1934)

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There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart.

Albert Camus, from “Absurd Creation,” The Myth of Sisyphus

Yes, I deserve a spring – I owe nobody nothing.

Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary

Life is infinitely beautiful yet repulsive.

Virginia Woolf, The Narrow Bridge of Art

I am the enemy within.

Anne Sexton, Rumpelstiltskin

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That’s why I’m not to be trusted. Because a wound to the heart is also a wound to the mind.

Louise Glück, The Untrustworthy Speaker

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I miss you like a knife in my throat.

Sonya Vatomsky, from “Moribund, море-bound,” Salt Is For Curing

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I don’t know why the hell I’m writing you. I must like to, or something. I think I pretend you are real.

Anne Sexton, from a letter to W.D. Snodgrass featured in A Self-Portrait In Letters

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Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow of absence.

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

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