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"I wanted to touch everything so I could cry again. I needed to be punctured so the tears would fall out. When I had cried something had loosened in me, a small section had peeled, and for a little while the new exposed part had throbbed. I had felt everything."

The Anatomy of Wings by Karen Foxlee 

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Branches with Almond Blossoms (1890) by Vincent van Gogh, oil on canvas

Branches with Almond Blossoms (1890) by Vincent van Gogh, oil on canvas

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"Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over."

Gloria Naylor 

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"She was like the moon—part of her was always hidden away."

Bleeding Violet

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"Writing cannot express words fully; words cannot express thoughts fully."

The Book of Changes, c. 350 BC 

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"As long as we are children, we have the ability to experience things around us—but then we grow used to the world. To grow up is to get drunk on sensory experience."

Jostein Gaarder (The Solitaire Mystery)

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