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  • #1
    Rupi Kaur
    “i stand
    on the sacrifices
    of a million women before me
    thinking
    what can i do
    to make this mountain taller
    so the women after me
    can see farther
    - legacy”
    Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

  • #2
    Rupi Kaur
    “you ask
    if we can still be friends
    i explain how a honeybee
    does not dream kissing
    the mouth of a flower
    and then settle for its leaves”
    Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

  • #3
    Rupi Kaur
    “i hardened under the last loss. it took something human out of me. i used to be so deeply emotional i’d crumble on demand. but now the water has made its exit. of course i care about the ones around me. i’m just struggling to show it. a wall is getting in the way. i used to dream of being so strong nothing could shake me. now. i am. so strong. that nothing shakes me. and all i dream is to soften.”
    Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

  • #4
    Rupi Kaur
    “if I am the longest relationship
    of my life
    isn't it time to
    nurture intimacy
    and love
    with the person
    I lie in bed with each night”
    Rupi Kaur, The Sun and Her Flowers

  • #5
    Madeline Miller
    “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #6
    Madeline Miller
    “In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

  • #7
    Madeline Miller
    “I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
    "Go," she says. "He waits for you."

    In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
    Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles



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