#human

Where is an intimate friend who’ll hear the secret from me straight out– of what human beings have been from the moment they began? They are born of toil and molded from the clay of sorrow. They wander the world for a time, then set off. ↗

— Omar Khayyám

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#death #humans #life #sorrow #death

. . . things whose perishing had been arrested by their power to make her love them. ↗

— Denis Johnson

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#human #love #memory #perish #remember