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"I was desperate not to confront the fact that this really could be it-that "nineteen" didn't matter, that there really was a point at which even young bodies fail. I was not immortal."
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"Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time."
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"It doth not hurt", whispered a faint voice, "She will take you life and all you are and all you care'st for, and she will leave you with nothing but mist and fog. She'll take your joy. And one day you'll wake and your heart and soul will have gone. A husk you'll be, a wisp you'll be, and a thing no more than a dream on waking, or a memory of something forgotten."
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"For each man kills the thing he loves yet each man does not diehe does not die a death of shame on a day of dark disgracenor have a noose about his neck, nor a cloth upon his facenor drop feet foremost through the floor into an empty spaceHe does not sit with silent men who watch him night and dayWho watch him when he tries to weep and when he tries to prayWho watch him lest himself should rob the prison of its prey."
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"As time diminishes, your life also diminishes with it."
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"Death is another inevitable consequence of possessing something without its understanding."
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"It is hard to have patience with people who say, 'There is no death' or 'Death doesn't matter.' There is death. And whatever is matters. And whatever happens has consequences, and it and they are irrevocable and irreversible. You might as wel say that birth doesn't matter."
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"Your life on earth is but for a few days and before you know it, you are no more."
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"An expensive coffin does not decrease the deceased's chances of going to hell."
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"Do not act as if you were going to live ten thousand years. Death hangs over you. While you live, while it is in your power, be good."
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"Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved."
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"I'd have to be impolite, an inconvenience, and sometimes awkward. But if I could commit, all that discomfort would add up to zap predatory threads like a Taser gun. I'd stun them. They'd bow to me. I'd let my no echo against the mountains.And better to feel bad for a moment saying no-and stop it-than to get harmed.I would take better care.That small word, no. I'd see its deity."
Boundaries
"My relationship with my mother trapped me in the identity of a child."
Identity
"A red leaf danced from a branch like a dropping flame, down into the calm blue lake. A gust had broken it free. There was a cold bite in the wind. It was now deep autumn in the mountains."
Impermanence
"Beneath hot sun, desert roses bloomed. Under cold moon, I still refused to."
Defiance
"I was promising myself strength.I had to write it, say it, make the effort and fake it before I actually believed I could do it."
Strength
"In lovesickness we had found a common language."
Connection
"The wisdom of my body had cultivated vibrantly since those sadness-drunken months after the rape when I'd felt so numbed by the hurt and shame that I didn't move further. No longer. The way I felt about being sexually shamed had changed. Now I was angry that others were trying to shame my sexuality in the first place. I flushed-this time not in shame-but in rage."
Empowerment
"I wanted both things: strength in my independence and also this new desire. This felt like the beginning of a new kind of love."
Independence
"I needed to stop hiding: I was raped. It was time to honestly be exactly who I was. I saw-the shame wasn't mine, it was his, and I could stop misrepresenting myself, and I could accept myself."
Healing
"Maybe I'd die. Maybe I'd burn to ash in wind, or blacken like the pines. Charred skeletons, I'd add one to the count. I didn't feel scared. I didn't think to panic. The trail wasn't burning. I was raw, ripe for loving. I wasn't stopping."
Courage
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