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“I feel very small. I don’t understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded by small things.”
Anaïs Nin, from nearer the moon: the previously unpublished unexpurgated diary,1937-1939
“I have died for the smallest things. Nothing washes off”
Angela Jackson, from “The Love of Travelers,” And All These Roads Be Luminous: Poems Selected and New
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“Everything is burning, my soul, body, outside, inside, heart, flesh. Do you understand? Do you really understand?”
María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus written c. March 1952
“There is nothing about you that I cannot understand, that my heart cannot accept. I know now that I will love you to the end, against all pain.”
- Albert Camus, in a letter to Maria Casares in July