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“The way memory is the ringing after a gunshot. The way we try to remember the gunshot but can’t. The way memory gets up after someone has died and starts walking.”
― Victoria Chang, Obit

“Dearly beloved, gathered here together in this closed drawer, fading now, I miss you. I miss the missing, those who left earlier. I miss even those who are still here. I miss you all dearly. Dearly do I sorrow for you.”
― Margaret Atwood, Dearly

“LONELINESS I too have known loneliness. I too have known what it is to feel misunderstood, rejected, and suddenly not at all beautiful. Oh, mother earth, your comfort is great, your arms never withhold. It has saved my life to know this. Your rivers flowing, your roses opening in the morning. Oh, motions of tenderness!”
― Mary Oliver, Blue Horses: Poems

“Do not mistake the rule of force
for true power. Men are not shaped by force.”
― Euripides, The Bacchae

“I was born to join in love, not hate - that is my nature.”
― Sophocles, Antigone

“You don't know what your life is, nor what you're doing, nor who you are.”
― Euripides, The Bacchae

“Things! Burn them, burn them! Make a beautiful fire! More room in your heart for love, for the trees! For the birds who own nothing—the reason they can fly.”
― Mary Oliver, Felicity

“The pain we inflict upon ourselves hurt most of all.”
― Sophocles, Oedipus the King

“Mostly I have felt myself becoming a servant of sadness. I am still looking for the beauty in that.”
― Maggie Nelson, Bluets

“It’s an old word, fading now. Dearly did I wish. Dearly did I long for. I loved him dearly.”
― Margaret Atwood, Dearly

“What we love, shapely and pure,
is not to be held,
but to be believed in.”
― Mary Oliver, Evidence: Poems

“Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.”
― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.”
― Anne Carson (Translator), Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

“Theseus: Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend.

Herakles: I fear to stain your clothes with blood.

Theseus: Stain them, I don't care.”
― Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides