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Love's Longing

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“I combed through my body, my mind, searching for any residual remains of heartbreaking memories, making peace with them, and often forgiving myself for the role I played. I emptied myself of pain and welcomed new love. I painted it away, I walked it away, I hiked it away, I sang it away, I traveled it away, and I lived my life discovering every reason to pour love within myself. I did everything I could to unclog every inch of pain that may have been left in my body and in my mind.”

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Book:From Seeking To Radiating Love: Evolution is unavoidable in the process of overpowering doubt
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“I did not know that we cry with our muscles. The pain is not surprising, but its physicality is: my tongue unbearably bitter, as though I ate a loathed meal and forgot to clean my teeth; on my chest, a heavy, awful weight; and inside my body, a sensation of eternal dissolving. My heart – my actual physical heart, nothing figurative here – is running away from me, has become its own separate thing, beating too fast, its rhythms at odds with mine. This is an affliction not merely of the spirit but of the body, of aches and lagging strength.”

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Book:Notes on Grief
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“I am a drunk. It took me some time to know this. Here is how I know. How it’s always been is I don’t know how to talk or move or sleep or shit. I wake up mornings with my head in a vice. The only solution is to drink again. That makes me almost jolly. It does wonders in the morning to take my mind off the pain and pressure. I can use my eyes after the first drink, I remember how to line up my feet and walk, loosen my jaw, tell someone to get out of my way. Then I get tired. I whine and need to lie down. I lie down, I want a drink. I cannot sleep without having already forgotten my name, my face, my life. If I were to sit still or lie down in a room with some memory of myself – the time I have left to live out, that nasty sentence, that hell – I would go mad.”

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Book:McGlue
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