Burning Gravity

Srin. Infinite. I wish nothing could bring us down.

you have to hurt for the cause to be reached,
but one day you’ll be stronger
than all that you beat.”

– Angel Haze, Battle Cry

“We [should] define ourselves by the best that is in us, not the worst that has been done to us.”

Edward Lewis

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“What you do speaks so loudly that I cannot hear what you say.”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson

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“Don’t get attached to moments. Good or bad, they all pass.”

– Yasmin Mogahed

“What’s past is prologue.”

– William Shakespeare, The Tempest

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“And still I rise.”

– Maya Angelou, And Still I Rise 

“You have great truths within you if only anyone would bother to look.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Takachiho gorge

Takachiho gorge

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“More and more I found myself at a loss for words and didn’t want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.”

– Paula McLain, The Paris Wife

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“Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.

Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.

Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town
History says: here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.

Albert Goldbarth, “The Sciences Sing a Lullaby”

very interesting

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“I wanted to move on.

I did.

But the guilt became something I was driven to torture myself with. There is a strange comfort in pouring salt on wounds. The pain can begin to feel like redemption.”