it’s all about the little things.
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Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
Sometimes you search so hard for words. You look for a way to interpret the language of this heart and the unspoken bond you feel. But in the end you are left with nothing but silence. And deep down you hope it’s understood.
Yasmin Mogahed
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Abiah Root (May 1848)
— A Prayer, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
[text ID: I’m only asking for strength for my days. Teach me the art of small steps.]