yeeee i like this thread

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"From my rotting body, flowers will grow and I am in them and that is eternity." -Edvard Munch

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep." -Robert Frost

"Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys
Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs;
Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet
Clear of the grave." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

"When I heard the Earth-song
I was no longer brave;
My avarice cooled
Like lust in the chill of the grave." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

“La mera verdad es que la verdad no existe, todo depende del punto de vista.” -Laura Esquivel
(I believe this translates to "The simple truth is that the truth does not exist, everything depends on the point of view"...I copy pasted this from my online PDF of a book, which I only have the Spanish version for lmao)

"I come into the peace of wild things" -Wendell Berry

"So it goes." -Kurt Vonnegut

“I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone.” -Kurt Vonnegut

"And somewhere in there was springtime." -Kurt Vonnegut

"It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds. And what do the birds say? All there is to say about a massacre, things like "Poo-tee-weet?” -Kurt Vonnegut

"Come away, O human child
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand." -William Butler Yeats

"You think I'm not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you'll burn." -Margaret Atwood

"The world called, and I answered.
Each glance ignited to a gaze.
I caught my breath and called that life,
swooned between spoonfuls of lemon sorbet.

I was pirouette and flourish,
I was filigree and flame.
How could I count my blessings
when I didn't know their names?" -Rita Dove

Ffrom "La Santa", by Gabriel Garcia Marquez-

"Después del almuerzo Roma sucumbía en el sopor de agosto. El sol de medio día se quedaba inmóvil en el centro del cielo, y en el silencio de las dos de la tarde sólo se oía el rumor del agua, que es la voz natural de Roma. Pero hacia las siete de la noche las ventanas se abrían de golpe para convocar el aire fresco que empezaba a moverse, y una muchedumbre jubilosa se echaba a las calles sin ningún propósito distinto que el de vivir, en medio de los petardos de las motocicletas, los gritos de los vendedores de sandía y las canciones de amor entre las flores de las terrazas."

("After lunch, Rome succumbed to the August stupor. The midday sun remained immobile in the center of the sky, and in the two o'clock silence, only the sound of the water, the natural voice of Rome, could be heard. But at seven o'clock at night, the windows suddenly opened to let in the fresh air that began to move, and a jubilant crowd took to the streets without any purpose other than to live, in the middle of the firecrackers of the motorcycles, the cries of the watermelon-sellers, and the love songs between the flowers of the terraces.")

From "Te dejo, amor, en prenda el mar" by Carme Riera-

"El mundo desde tus brazos era hermoso y triste." 
("The world from your arms was beautiful and sad")

From "Sonatina", by Ruben Dario-
"La princesa está triste ...qué tendrá la princesa?
Los suspiros se escapan de su boca de fresa"

("The princess is sad . . . from the princess slips 
such sighs in her words from the strawberry lips.")

From "El cisne" by Ruben Dario-
"Fue una hora divina para el género humano.
El Cisne antes cantaba sólo para morir.
Cuando se oyó el acento del Cisne wagneriano
fue en medio de una aurora, fue para revivir."

("It was a divine hour for the human race.
The Swan used to sing only to die.
When the sound of the Wagnerian Swan was heard
It was in the middle of an aurora, it was to revive")

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