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Martine Leavitt

In the fall, she knew it was Death who sweetened the apples.

beautiful, poetic

Martine Leavitt

Susie: Okay, Calvin. But you know what? You can’t say, youcan’texpectanythingfrommeI’mbroken! And turn around the next minute and say, ohwoeismeeverybodytreatsmelikeI’mbroken! Which one is it? I can treat you the way I really feel, or I can treat you careful.Me: Real. Just be real.

Martine Leavitt

Susie: Doesn’t it make you feel kind of awesome that the world is beautiful for no other apparent reason than that it is? Like beauty has its own secret reason. It doesn’t need human eyes to notice. It just wants to be glorious and unbelievable.

beauty, inspirational

Martine Leavitt

Doesn’t it make you feel kind of awesome that the world is beautiful for no other apparent reason that that it is? Like beauty has its own secret reason. It doesn’t need human eyes to notice. It just wants to be glorious and unbelievable.

Martine Leavitt

Susie: Maybe we’re all making everything up as we go.

Martine Leavitt

His [Death] voice is cold at first, John. It seems unfeeling. But if you listen without fear, you find that when he speaks, the most ordinary words become poetry. When he stands close to you, your life becomes a song, a praise. When he touches you, your smallest talents become gold; the most ordinary loves break your heart with their beauty.

Martine Leavitt

When it is winter and we must walk in the blizzard snow do not our fingers and toes whisper death And when winter is at last over. . .can we not hear our bellies whisper death to us In the dark don’t we know And when we are paralyzed by nightmares We know what you are. With our first cries we rail against you. We see you in every drop of blood in every tear.

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Martine Leavitt

How thin the air felt at the forest’s edge, how ghostly the trees that guarded their realm…. The whole world seemed as delicate as a dandelion seed, and as fleeting…. How sad to know that the figment village of my imagination would not vanish when I ended, to understand that it was not I who had invented the moon the first time I realized how lovely it was. To admit that it was not my breath that made the winds blow…. [M]y heart, my heart knew that when I closed my eyes I invented the night sky and the stars too. Wasn’t the whole dome of the sky the same shape as the inside of my skull? Didn’t I create the sun and the day when I raised my eyelids every morning?

death, nature, perception

Martine Leavitt

Had I truly thought I would not die when he kissed me? But I did. For a moment the breath and life went out of me and there was no time and no tomorrow but only my lips against his.

death, favorite, kiss, love

Martine Leavitt

It is life that hurts you not death.

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Martine Leavitt

Tell me what it is like to die,” I answered. He dismounted from his horse, looking at me strangely the whole while. “You experience something similar every day,” he said softly. “It is as familiar to you as bread and butter.” “Yes,” I said. “It is like every night when I fall asleep.” “No. It is like every morning when you wake up.

Martine Leavitt

Susie: Maybe we’re all making everything up as we go.