I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.
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Sarah Kay
Sarah Kay is a professor of French at New York University. 2Education Kay was a student in the UK at the University of Oxford. 2Career She started her teaching career at the University of Liverpool then moved to the University of Cambridge. She was head of department at Cambridge from 1996 until 2001 and Director of Studies at Girton College, Cambridge, from 2003 to 2005. Kay has been a fellow of the British Academy since 2004 and was awarded a D.Litt (Cambridge) in 2005. 2Publications Parrots and Nightingales: Troubadour Quotations and the Development of European Poetry (Penn University Press, 2013) (with Adrian Armstrong) Knowing Poetry: Verse in Medieval France from the Rose to the Rhétoriqueurs' (Cornell University Press, 2011) The Place of Thought: The Complexity of One in Late Medieval French Didactic Poetry (Penn University Press, 2007) Žižek: A Critical Introduction (Cambridge: Polity, 2003) (with Malcolm Bowie and Terence Cave) A Short History of French Literature (Oxford University Press, 2003) Courtly Contradictions (Stanford University Press, 2001) (with Simon Gaunt) The Troubadours. An Introduction (Cambridge University Press, 1999) The Chansons de geste in the Age of Romance (Oxford University Press, 1995) (as co-editor with Miri Rubin) Framing Medieval Bodies (Manchester University Press, 1994) (as editor) Raoul de Cambrai (Oxford University Press, 1992) Subjectivity in Troubadour Poetry (Cambridge University Press, 1990) 2References 2External links Kay's profile at New York University Review of Kay's Courtly Contradictions published in The Medieval Review, 200
Some nights, I wake up knowing he is anxious. He is across the world in another woman's arms and the years have spread us like dandelion seeds, sanding down the edges of our jigsaw parts that used to only fit each other.
Forgive yourself for the decisions you have made, the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night.
If loving you means getting dirty, bring on the grime.
Some men will want to hold you like the answer; you are not THE answer. You are not the problem. You are not the poem, or the punchline, or the riddle, or the joke.
You are not made of metaphors, not apologies, not excuses.
Disturb the comfortable, comfort the disturbed.
It is hard to stop loving the ocean even after it has left you gasping.
Everyone is allowed to explore their fears and flaws and joys without having to feel stupid for being human.
Isn’t it always how it feels: just when you start getting used to something, it begins to change.
I am always in a continuous process of becoming.
I spend most of my time wondering if I should be somewhere else, so, instead, I have learned to shape the words thank you with my first breath each morning, my last breath each night; when the very last breath comes, at least I will know I was grateful.
I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.
You will put the star in starting over, and over.
There's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.