• Mostly I have felt myself becoming a servant of sadness. I am still looking for the beauty in that

    Maggie Nelson
  • For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart

    Maggie Nelson
  • Like many self-help books, The Deepest Blue is full of horrifyingly simplistic language and some admittedly good advice. Somehow the women in the book learn to say: That’s my depression talking. It’s not “me

    Maggie Nelson
  • It is easier, of course, to find dignity in one's solitude. Loneliness is solitude with a problem. Can blue solve the problem, or can it at least keep me company within it?—No, not exactly. It cannot love me that way; it has no arms. But sometimes I do feel its presence to be a sort of wink—Here you are again, it says, and so am I

    Maggie Nelson
  • We’re only given as much as the heart can endure,

    Maggie Nelson
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