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Hilary Scheppers is a writer, artist, and poet. California | Minnesota | Colorado | New York
Excerpt from The Year of Magical Thinking
We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality, even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all.
Joan Didion – The Year of Magical Thinking
David Levithan Said
Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.
David Levithan – The Lover’s Dictionary
I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let it go, and the river the brings you home.
Joanne Harris:: Five Quarters of the Orange
Excerpt from The Namesake
Remember that you and I made this journey together to a place where there was nowhere left to go?
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Tell Me, Is the Rose Naked? – Pablo Neruda
Tell me, is the rose naked,
Or is that her only dress?
Why do trees conceal
The splendor of their roots?
Who hears the regrets
of the thieving automobile?
Is there anything in the world sadder
Than a train standing in the rain?
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