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You dragged me through hell and called me the devil.

Shannon Herrick

They muddy the water, to make it seem deep.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Do you have the patience to wait until your mud settles and the water is clear?

Lao Tzu

I expel all the semen which I have received. I transform the milk of my breasts into deadly poison. I suffocate the world which I gave birth to, between my thighs. I bury it in my crotch. Down with the joy of oppression. Long live hate, loathing, rebellion, death. When she walks through your bedroom with butcher’s knives, you’ll know the truth.

Ophelia; Hamletmachine, Heiner Mueller

We will never be the same again.

But here’s a little secret for you: no one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you aren’t that person anymore, and everything changes once again.

Welcome to Night Vale, Episode 75 – “Through the Narrow Place”

Studies have shown that people convince themselves that they’re acting rationally when making major decisions— where to go to college, what to major in, who to kiss or not kiss—when they’re really acting on unconscious impulses. The human brain simply can’t handle all the complexities that life offers, so emotions kick in and end up making the call. And when that call blows, people don’t understand why.

Megan McCafferty, Charmed Thirds

Despite how open, peaceful, and loving you attempt to be, people can only meet you as deeply as they have met themselves.

Matt Kahn

I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947

I love, because my love is not dependent on the object of love. My love is dependent on my state of being. So whether the other person changes, becomes different, friend turns into a foe, does not matter, because my love was never dependent on the other person. My love is my state of being. I simply love.

Osho

I will always want myself. Always. Darling, I wrote myself a love poem two nights ago. I don’t know where you get this from but I am whole; woman who grows flowers between her teeth. I tend to my garden. I dance myself out of pain. You think women like me crawl for pity? You ever seen the offspring of a lion eat grass? This wanting of myself gets stronger with age. I host myself to myself. I am whole.

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