"To bed, deep dream sleep.Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn."  - Sylvia Plath‏
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"From dreams we have learned that feelings are large and spacious. […] the dream can give us a single expansive mood of sun and blissfulness in which sadnesses nonetheless exist, rise up like weeping birches and bend away from the open skies with a hundred branches and ripple down through the winds with quiet lament. […] tenderness and longing and infinitely fragile happiness…"  - Rainer Maria Rilke, from an entry dated ‘Saturday, 10 November 1900,” Diaries of a Young Poet, trans. by Edward Snow and Michael Winkler (W.W. Norton & Co., 1997)

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"But inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are."  - Anthony Marra, A Constellation Of Vital Phenomena (via quotespile)

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