I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.

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I am rooted, but I flow.

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I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.

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I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.

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I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.

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The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

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Until we can comprehend the beguiling beauty of a single flower, we are woefully unable to grasp the meaning and potential of life itself.

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A feminist is any woman who tells the truth about her life

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Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our hotchpotch of impulses, our perpetual miracle - for the soul throws up wonders every second. Movement and change are the essence of our being; rigidity is death; conformity is death; let us say what comes into our heads, repeat ourselves, contradict ourselves, fling out the wildest nonsense, and follow the most fantastic fancies without caring what the world does or thinks or says. For nothing matters except life.

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We are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.

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