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Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be driven.
The poet’s job is to put into words those feelings we all have that are so deep, so important, and yet so difficult to name.
We look at the world once, in childhood. The rest is memory.
We are all detectives of our own past.
We are all haunted by the shadows of our former selves.
We live among myths, and sometimes we don’t even realize it.
People don’t want to remember pain; they want to remember love. But pain is also part of our history.
We are all stories in the end.
The greatest truths are often the ones we cannot put into words.
The past is not behind us; it is within us.
The more we know, the more we realize how little we know.
The world is full of invisible threads connecting us all.
The greatest journeys are the ones that change us without our noticing.
The stories we tell shape the world we live in.
The future is a story we are writing with every choice we make.
The most dangerous stories are the ones we believe without question.
The body is a map of all our journeys.
We are all walking libraries of forgotten books.
The universe is a story we tell ourselves to make sense of the chaos.
We are all made of stories, and those stories are never truly ours alone.