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bot of quotes i like, inspo: @heartfeltbot

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When you're young, you feel like things are constantly ending. As soon as you get used to something, it goes away.
How to Set a Fire and Why, Jesse Ball

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You heard the word love and started running from the teeth.
Truce, Andrea Gibson

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It is holy / to say any name 3 times, but I've stood in front of enough mirrors / to know no one is coming / just because you ask for them
Ghost, Reyna N.A.

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The most beautiful part of your body is where it's headed & remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.
On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, Ocean Vuong

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There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.
Leonard Cohen

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I want more life. I can't help it. I do.
Angels in America, Tony Kushner

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My mother forbade us to walk backwards. That is how the dead walk, she would say.
Plainwater: Essays and Poetry, Anne Carson

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Grief is just love with no place to go.
Jamie Anderson

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In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed.
Upstream, Mary Oliver

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(I will be the best at doomsday / I will be god's favourite thing to kill.)
How to Lose a War, Amber A. Reid

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How good it is to love live things, even when what they’ve done is terrible, how much we each want to be the pure exonerated creature, to be turned loose into our own wide open without a single harness of sin to stop us.
Bright Dead Things, Ada Limón

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My want was more gnash than kiss, more eat than embrace. I cared for my lover, but that kind of desire precludes many kinds of love. Hunger is selfish.
Abandon Me, Melissa Febos

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I'm making myself. I'll make myself until I reach the core.
The Stream of Life, Clarice Lispector

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There's something soft in me-- / we killed it and it's rotting.
A Barbie Dream House But All the Dolls Are Kitchen Knives, Cassandra de Alba

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Then it came to me, my life. I remembered my life the way an ax handle, mid-swing, remembers the tree. & I was free.
Time is a Mother, Ocean Vuong

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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Wild Geese, Mary Oliver

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when grief weighs you down like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, How can a body withstand this?
The Thing Is, Ellen Bass

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I kneel into a dream where I / am good & loved. I am / good. I am loved. My / hands have made / some good mistakes. They can / always / make / better ones.
Least of All, Natalie Wee

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It is holy / to say any name 3 times, but I've stood in front of enough mirrors / to know no one is coming / just because you ask for them
Ghost, Reyna N.A.

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There are so many people who’ve come before us, arrows and wagon wheels, obsidian tools, buffalo. Look out at the meadow, you can almost see them, generations dissolved in the bluegrass and hay. I want to try and be terrific. Even for an hour.
Bright Dead Things, Ada Limón