I’m not drunk,” Cithrin said. “You aren’t,” Yardem agreed. “Then why can’t I have another glass?” “Because that’s how you stay not drunk.

In hundred love is sent to a heart but in the end belongs to one

There's something wrong in not appreciating one's own special abilities, my girl. Find your own limitations, yes, but don't limit yourself with false modesty.

I release you, my beautiful and terrible fear. I release you. You were my beloved and hate twin, but now, I don't know you as myself

Written By Joy Harjo

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