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"وفي رحيل النور
وُلِدَ نورٌ في قلب الإنسان
لا يُطفأ"

-نصير شمه
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-John Hearne, The Lost Country
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"But it shimmers, it does not stop, and I think it wants me.
I would not mind if it were bones, or a pearl button.

I do not want much of a present, anyway, this year.
After all I am alive only by accident.

I would have killed myself gladly that time any possible way.
Now there are these veils, shimmering like curtains,"

-Sylvia Plath, A Birthday Present
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"Deep down I wanted some kind of change. Any change, whether good or bad, would be better than the state of impasse I was in now."

-Sayaka Murata
Forwarded from Someone
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"Time itself is one more name for death."

-C.S Lewis
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-C.S Lewis, A Grief observed
-C.S Lewis, A Grief observed
-C.S Lewis, A Grief observed
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-C.S Lewis
-Edwige Danticat, The Art of Death : Writing The Final Story
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Forwarded from Someone
“The greatest suffering does not come from living in mirages,
but from awakening. There is no greater pain than awakening from a dream, the deep
crying over the dying selves…”

Anaïs nin
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"God is a bridge
in a post card
that almost saw you jump
and the lighthouse below
that begged you to stay
Sometimes I think,
God is just me on my death bed."

-kitty lever
“I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.”

-Emily Dickinson
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When I die
Give what’s left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give them
What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.

Look for me
In the people I’ve known
Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on in your eyes
And not your mind.

You can love me most
By letting
Hands touch hands,
By letting bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,
People do.
So, when all that’s left of me
Is love,
Give me away.

-Merrit Malloy, Epitaph
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