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Miranda July - From the Choices category:
Things usually make sense in time, and even bad decisions have their own kind of correctness. (Miranda July)
Miranda July - From the Dreams category:
That day I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it. (Miranda July)
Miranda July - From the Friendship category:
Some people need a red carpet rolled out in front of them in order to walk forward into friendship. They can't see the tiny outstretched hands all around them, everywhere, like leaves on trees. (Miranda July)
Miranda July - From the Growth category:
But, like ivy, we grow where there is room for us. (Miranda July)
Miranda July - From the Language category:
I cried in English, I cried in French, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world. (Miranda July)
Miranda July - From the Life category:
- It Chooses You...
All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life - where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it. (Miranda July)
Miranda July - From the Listening category:
- It Chooses You...
It occurred to me that everyone's story matters to themselves, so the more I listened, the more she wanted to talk. (Miranda July)
Miranda July - From the Love category:
When you can see the beauty of a tree, then you will know what love is. (Miranda July)
Miranda July - From the Mistakes category:
- No One Belongs Here More Than You...
What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real. (Miranda July)
Miranda July - From the Questions category:
Where do we come from? Do souls really exist? I can't answer these questions, especially not at 6 am. (Miranda July)
Miranda July - From the Silence category:
Some people are uncomfortable with silences. Not me. I've never cared much for call and response. Sometimes I will think of something to say and then I ask myself: is it worth it? And it just isn't. (Miranda July)
Miranda July - From the Time category:
Inelegantly, and without my consent, time passed. (Miranda July)
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