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Darren’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Darren’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
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Darren Hill
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Waiting to feel ready just keeps you stuck
Waiting to feel ready to create just keeps you stuck. If you start, you'll realise you were ready to learn, to grow and create.
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“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
― Eleanor & Park
― Eleanor & Park
“My riches consist not in the extent of my possessions, but the fewness of my wants.”
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“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
― The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
― The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“You are the trip I did not take, you are the pearls I could not buy,
you are my blue Italian lake, you are my piece of foreign sky.
You are my Honolulu moon, you are the book I did not write,
you are my heart's unuttered tune, you are a candle in my night.
You are the flower beneath the snow, in my dark sky a bit of blue,
answering disappointment's blow with "I am happy! I have you!”
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you are my blue Italian lake, you are my piece of foreign sky.
You are my Honolulu moon, you are the book I did not write,
you are my heart's unuttered tune, you are a candle in my night.
You are the flower beneath the snow, in my dark sky a bit of blue,
answering disappointment's blow with "I am happy! I have you!”
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