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Friedrich Nietzsche

It is vain futility to describe the way you smile; it is mere impossibility to speak at all when you are around. I don’t dare breathe. Keep smiling. I don’t dare move at all. — Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters of Friedrich Nietzsche. (Hackett Publishing Company, Inc.; 2nd edition December 15, 1996)

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Thomas Henry Huxley

Sit down before fact as a little child, be prepared to give up every preconceived notion, follow humbly wherever and to whatever abysses nature leads, or you shall learn nothing. I have only begun to learn content and peace of mind since I have resolved at all risks to do this. ― Thomas Henry Huxley,… Continue reading Thomas Henry Huxley

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Chelsea Hodson

Think of someone you want to touch whom you cannot touch, someone forbidden. Think of a room where there is nothing except the two of you: still, you cannot touch them. Think of the heat between two hands about to touch, the language that exists in that silence. — Chelsea Hodson, from “A Simple Woman,”… Continue reading Chelsea Hodson

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Joan Didion

Vanish. Pass into nothingness: the Keats line that frightened her. Fade as the blue nights fade, go as the brightness goes. Go back into the blue. I myself placed her ashes in the wall. I myself saw the cathedral doors locked at six. I know what it is I am now experiencing. I know what… Continue reading Joan Didion

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C.D. Wright

Poetry is the language of intensity. Because we are going to die, an expression of intensity is justified. ― C.D. Wright, Cooling Time: An American Poetry Vigil. (Copper Canyon Press; First Printing edition, February 1, 2005)

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