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“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
― Robert Frost

“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”
― Zelda Fitzgerald

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
― Mary Oliver

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus