{"quotes":[{"text":"I've always thought it would be nice to have the house to myself for a while. This place gets so loud all theme and there are always so many people in it. But I guess I'm grateful for all the noise and chaos. I don't know if I want to be alone in the quiet with my thoughts these days.","author":"Keary Taylor","tags":["being-mute","mute","muted","quiet","silence"],"id":24639,"author_id":"Keary+Taylor"},{"text":"The day arrived,when myriad teary rivers flow and the muted wind faintly died in his tears—an altar for the beloved one's departure,for sister-hood is no more,for her to adore!While pangs the beating world in a lamenting voice;their remembering loss of the 'one' they embrace most and when the crepuscule came like a phantom,the mournful,gathered birds swiftly flew in gloom.","author":"Nithin Purple","tags":["adore","altar","beloved","birds","crepuscular","crepuscule","death","embarrassment","embrace","faint","gathering-darkness","gloom","gloominess","gloomy","lament","life","literature","loss","love-lost","mournful","mournfulness","muted","nithin-purple","nithinpurple","pangs","patience","peace","phantom","poems","poems-on-life","poetry","poetry","remembered","sister-love","sisterhood","swift","swiftly","tears","teary","world","worldly","writers"],"id":51416,"author_id":"Nithin+Purple"},{"text":"I wanted to scream as I stood there, my toes hanging over the edge of the dock. I wanted to let a gut-wrenching howl rip from my disfigured throat toward those clouded skies. I wanted to say every swear word my mother had ever taught me not to say.I would have settled for a cut-off whimper, just as long as some kind of sound came from my lips.","author":"Keary Taylor","tags":["being-mute","depression","mute","muted","noise","scream","silence","sound","voice","yell"],"id":65257,"author_id":"Keary+Taylor"},{"text":"Somewhere, things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich. Not like this muted palette -a pale blue bedroom, washed out sunny sky, dull green yellow brown of the fields. Here, I know ever twist of every road, every blade of grass, every face in this town, and I am suffocating.","author":"Lisa Ann Sandell","tags":["a-map-of-the-known-world","beautiful","dull","face","grass","life","muted","palette","rich","sky","somewhere","suffocating","town","vivid"],"id":190010,"author_id":"Lisa+Ann+Sandell"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":4,"pages":1}}