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"For women, then, poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives."

“Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.”

“Finding you was like drawing the curtains on a warm spring morning day; a breath of light and new beginnings, as though the world itself had been remade.”

“It’s a dangerous thing to romanticise the past, to allow nostalgia to drag up old memories from the depths of our hearts and fashion them into something they’re not. We made a mirage of a memory and knelt before it like a false god. What we called love was nothing but foolish hope.”

“When you really want something, you will find a way. When you don’t really want something, you’ll find an excuse.”

“I love this part of getting to know someone. How every new piece of information, every new expression, seems magical.”

“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we’re slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”

“You can’t spend the best years of your life waiting for somebody to love you back.”

“Sometimes you need to scorch everything to the ground, and start over. After the burning the soil is richer, and new things can grow. People are like that, too. They start over. They find a way.”