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We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.

Anne Carson

Love dares the self to leave itself behind, to enter into poverty.
ANNE CARSON

Dare Leaving Love Poverty
My religion makes no sense and does not help me therefore I pursue it.
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Help Myself Pursue Religion
When I desire you a part of me is gone.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
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Angry Existence Grief Tragedy Yourself
Time isn’t made of anything. It is an abstraction. Just a meaning that we impose upon motion.
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Anand Thakur
Sometimes a journey makes itself necessary.
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Journey Necessary Time
One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.
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Demand Explanation Pain Principle Quality
To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you’ve made something, it’ll – the world will be different.
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Anand Thakur
Existence will not stop until it gets to beauty.
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Anand Thakur
There is no person without a world.
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Anand Thakur
What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
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Anand Thakur
What is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.
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Accident Body Burn Fear Language
Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
I am kind of a curmudgeonly person, so I don’t gravitate to groups or traditions, which is probably just pretentious of me.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur
Lava bread makes you passionate.
ANNE CARSON

Anand Thakur

We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.

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We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.

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