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Sylvia Plath

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Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a child’s blind faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to reality… I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

Anaïs Nin, from Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-32

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Lost in Translation (2003) dir. Sofia Coppola

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text id:   The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become.ALT

― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

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