And here's the thing about terror, although it may well be true of grief, too. It robs you of so much. It steals your soul. It takes your life. It robs you of so much. It steals your sense of yourself and your place in the world. And it murders time.
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The thing is to be able to outlast the defeats. And I've had defeats. I've been licked. But I'm still here — and I think that's the secret. You must do the thing you think you cannot do, but more than that, you must endure the thing that undoes you, and then begin again without the benefit of having been undone.
Lillian Smith — The Journey
It still beats, doesn't it, still trembles at the sight of fog flowing through the forest like a slow dance song. It was only dislocated, lost its locus for a while, popped out of the socket of good sense. There is no one to pick up the pieces because there are no pieces.
Maria Popova
Holmes is a very special and powerful kind of liar — someone for whom deception and manipulation are as automatic and as continuous as breathing.
Noah Smith