A clever woman is more lethal
than a freshly crafted magic wand,
and this is why she is feared.
She is unpredictable, and unpredictable
is another word for ‘threat’
Nikita Gill, Fierce Fairytales: Poems and Stories to Stir Your Soul: Scheherazade The Clever
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Pablo Neruda, “The Song of Despair”
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Come over the hills and far with me
And be my love in the rain.
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Come, be my love in the wet woods; come,
Where the boughs rain when it blows.
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For wilding brooch shall wet your breast
The rain-fresh goldenrod.
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Oh, come forth into the storm and rout
And be my love in the rain.
Robert Frost, A Line-storm Song
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Miranda July, The First Bad Man
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Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy // Suzanne Scanlon, Promising Young Women // Robin Roe, A List of Cages // Hayao Miyazaki, Kiki's Delivery Service // Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980 // D. H. Lawrence, The Plumbed Serpent // Jennifer S. Cheng, "So We Must Meet Apart" // Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart // Alice Oseman, Radio Silence // Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice
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"People empty me. I have to get away to refill."
– Charles Bukowski
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Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice
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{Juansen Dizon, I Am The Architect of My Own Destruction page 24/ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966/ Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden/ Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955/ Haruki Murakami: Norwegian Wood, page 276/ Michael Ondaatje/ Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden/ D.H. Lawrence, from The Complete Works; The Plumbed Serpent/ Jean-Paul Sartre, from No Exit/ Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; "In The Pines,"}
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I am not going to make my grief small and palatable. My love wasn't small either.
- Sakshi Narula
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Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Reed; from ‘The Sentence’, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer
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They wanted you to believe that love is weak, that you cannot curse and kiss with the same mouth.
Trista Mateer, Aphrodite Made Me Do It
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(...) and if suddenly you see my blood staining the stones of the street, laugh, because your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword.
Pablo Neruda, “Your Laughter”
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“I believed you even when I knew you were lying.”
- S. C. C.
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Grief is the only proof that I love and I love well. Love and grief are actually intertwined with each other and as "Akif Kichloo" once wrote, "the opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love."
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