Thought And Life Are As The Poles Asunder.

I take the soil in

my clean fingers and to say

I weep is untrue, weep is too

musical a word. I heave

into the soil. You cannot die.

I just came to this life

again, alive in my silent way.

- Ada Limón, Invasive

Tomorrow either I will murder you or you will rinse the knife in water

Garous Abdolmalekian, Flashback tr. Ahmed Nadalizadeh and Idra Novey

As far as words go, crying is louder and weeping is wetter.

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book

I fear that to write so much about crying will tempt a universal law of irony to invite tragedy into my life.

- Heather Christle, The Crying Book

but you, in this wilderness alone You've got to live to take the next bite

Dagna Ślepowrońska, tr. Regina Grol

From the Wikipedia page about the Fermi Paradox: Given the high scientific probability for alien existence, why can we find no evidence of their existence whatsoever?

It is a mistake therefore to compare someone writing about his own life to an exhibitionist, since the latter has only one desire: to show himself and be seen at the same time.

Annie Ernaux, Simple Passion

Come back. Tell us what you’ve seen. Tell us you met a god so reckless, so lonely, it will love us all.

—Traci Brimhall, from “Late Novena,” Our Lady of Ruins (W.W. Norton, 2012)

Dum pudeo pereo (as I blush, I die) says an old love song. Blood rushes to the face, at the same time the heart seems to wither on itself and snap,

Anne Carson, Kinds of Water

Sometimes, there seems to be a halfway point between where you've been and everywhere else, and we were there.

Ada Limón, Oh Please, Let It Be Lightning