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“You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.”
– Gary Allan
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“You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.”
– Gary Allan
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"There is no heaven like the heaven of meeting long-parted hearts."
— Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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"There is no heaven like the heaven of meeting long-parted hearts."
— Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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“The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”
— Lao Tzu (trad.)
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“The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”
— Lao Tzu (trad.)
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“I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.”
— Mary Carolyn Davies
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“I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.”
— Mary Carolyn Davies
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“In the shelter of each other, the people live.”
— Irish proverb
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“In the shelter of each other, the people live.”
— Irish proverb
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“I held a moment in my hand,
Brilliant as a star…
And then it burst.”
— Hazel Hall
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“I held a moment in my hand,
Brilliant as a star…
And then it burst.”
— Hazel Hall
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"Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?"
— John Keats
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"Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:—Do I wake or sleep?"
— John Keats
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“Sometimes silence is a lie.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
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“Sometimes silence is a lie.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
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"Often, we feel helpless in lots of situations in our lives. The way anger gets a grip on us is it seems to be a way to extricate ourselves from helplessness."
— Martha Nussbaum
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"Often, we feel helpless in lots of situations in our lives. The way anger gets a grip on us is it seems to be a way to extricate ourselves from helplessness."
— Martha Nussbaum
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“I am yours.
Don’t give myself back to me.”
— Rumi
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“I am yours.
Don’t give myself back to me.”
— Rumi
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“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”
— T.S. Eliot
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“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”
— T.S. Eliot
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“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.”
— Emily Dickinson
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“Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.”
— Emily Dickinson
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"Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction."
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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"Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction."
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees:
but he who is not afraid of my darkness,
will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
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“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees:
but he who is not afraid of my darkness,
will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
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“Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds…
It is the star to every wandering bark.”
— William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116
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“Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds…
It is the star to every wandering bark.”
— William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116
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“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear).”
— E.E. Cummings
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“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear).”
— E.E. Cummings
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"The future is not some place we are going, but one we are creating.
The paths are not to be found, but made."
— John Schaar
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"The future is not some place we are going, but one we are creating.
The paths are not to be found, but made."
— John Schaar
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“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
— Rumi
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“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”
— Rumi
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“The dark is generous.
Its first gift is concealment—our true faces
hidden from each other.”
— Louise Glück, The Night Migrations
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“The dark is generous.
Its first gift is concealment—our true faces
hidden from each other.”
— Louise Glück, The Night Migrations
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“I tried to drown my sorrows,
but the bastards learned how to swim.”
— Frida Kahlo
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“I tried to drown my sorrows,
but the bastards learned how to swim.”
— Frida Kahlo
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“Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.”
— Mary Oliver, Wild Geese
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“Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.”
— Mary Oliver, Wild Geese
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“I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.”
— Sara Teasdale, “I Am Not Yours”
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“I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.”
— Sara Teasdale, “I Am Not Yours”
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