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In the legacies of the dead, we find the seeds of life. In our unfinished business with those we love, we find the core of ourselves.
—Krista Taves
Loosen your hands, let go and say good-by.
Let the stars and the songs go.
Let the faces and years go.
Loosen your hands and say good-by.
—Carl Sandburg
Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, which is the only fact we have.
—James Baldwin
What has been plaited cannot be unplaited —
Only the strands grow richer with each loss.
—May Sarton
From Beyond Absence |