Ingeborg Bachmann, from In the Storm of Roses: Selected Poems; “Psalm,” wr. c. 1953
“I wish I could rub the grief from you as if it were a smudge on the cheek.”
— Sandra Cisneros, from “Eyes of Zapata,” Woman Hollering Creek (via lifeinpoetry)
“She gave a single, long, full-throated howl, as if she wanted to rid herself at once of all the cries that pain had stored up in her.”
— Albert Camus, from “The First Man,” originally published c. 1994
