“You’ve felt it, haven’t you? Those feelings that seem to get so big in your chest, like something is so beautiful it aches?”
— Heather Anastasiu, Glitch
“At the end of my suffering there was a door.”
— Louise Glück, excerpt of “The Wild Iris,” The Wild Iris
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“I’m the vestal priestess of a secret I’ve forgotten.”
— Clarice Lispector, from ‘The Passion According to G.H.’ (via aegeane)
