The wound can have (should only have) just one proper name. I recognize that I love — you — by this: you leave in me a wound I do not want to replace.

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—    Jacques Derrida, from The Postcard: from Socrates to Freud and Beyond (trans. Alan Bass)

(via kareseburrowspoetry)

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

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Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

it makes you stronger than ever

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