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I will teach my daughter not to wear her skin like a drunken apology. I will tell her ‘make a home out of your body, live in yourself, do not let people turn you into a regret, do not justify yourself. If you are a disaster it is not forever, if you are a disaster you are the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen. Do not deconstruct from the inside out, you belong here, you belong here, not because you are lovely, but because you are more than that.’ - Azra.T “Your hands are threads, your body is a canvas.” |
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Always Spare The Best
"Words are so very important to our life. The written and spoken word determines what we do in life and how we do it. And, since words ultimately guide our actions, it is important for us to speak words of truth, love, and every good thing we desire into existence."
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If you can't be kind, you must be quiet.
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Never tire of loyalty and kindness. Hold these virtues tightly.
Write them deep within your heart. ~Proverbs |
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
-- Francois de La Rochefoucauld |
“I want
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.” ― Pablo Neruda |
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart; I am, I am, I am.
—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar |
To love for the sake of being loved is human,
but to love for the sake of loving is angelic. --->Alphonse de Lamartine |
on glass ceilings
"How many women had to hit that glass before the first crack appeared? How many cuts did they get, how many bruises? How hard did they have to hit the ceiling? How many women had to hit that glass to ripple it, to send out a thousand hairline fractures? How many women had to hit that glass before the pressure of their effort caused it to evolve from a thick pane of glass into just a thin sheet of splintered ice?
So that when it was my turn to run, it didn’t even look like a ceiling anymore. I mean, the wind was already whistling through — I could always feel it on my face. And there were all these holes giving me a perfect view to other side. I didn’t even notice the gravity, I think it had worn itself away. So I didn’t have to fight as hard, I had time to study the cracks. I had time to decide where the air felt the rarest, where the wind was the coolest, where the view was the most soaring. I picked my spot in the glass and called it my target. And I ran. And when I hit finally that ceiling, it just exploded into dust." --Shonda Rhimes Full speech can be found here. |
fortunately someone who understood
what was on the panes bought everything in the studio almost no letters were there but on the glass they turned up face after face of the light before anyone had beheld it there were its cobbled lanes leading far into themselves apple trees flowering in another century lilies open in sunlight against former house walls worn flights of stone stairs before the war in days not seen except by the bent figure invisible under the hood who had just disappeared --W.S. Merwin |
“I needed my mistakes
in their order to get me here” ― W.S. Merwin |
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