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Soy yo desconcertadamente desnuda, relbelde contra todo lo establecido, grande entre lo pequeño, pequeña ante el infinito...Soy yo",{"id":5,"author_name":6,"slug":10,"author_name_first_letter":7,"article_count":8,"image_url":9},{},[80],{"id":81,"tag":82},3652899,{"id":83,"tag_name":84},37487,"ispirational",{"id":86,"quote_text":87,"author_id":5,"source_id":17,"has_image":18,"author":88,"source":89,"quote_tag":90,"commentary":99},759805,"Todos llevamos en el espíritu un crepúsculo y una aurora. Mi espíritu es más de la muerte, que de la vida; aspira más a dormir que a estar despierto; se inclina a la tierra donde encontrará su cama.",{"id":5,"author_name":6,"slug":10,"author_name_first_letter":7,"article_count":8,"image_url":9},{},[91,96],{"id":92,"tag":93},3612297,{"id":94,"tag_name":95},28595,"vida",{"id":97,"tag":98},3612296,{"id":42,"tag_name":43},"**The Backstory**\nTeresa Wilms Montt, a Chilean poet and writer, penned these poignant lines likely during her later years, amidst the turmoil of her personal life and the tumultuous times in which she lived. Born in 1908, Montt's life was marked by loss and struggle, including the death of her husband at a young age. Her work often reflected her introspective nature and grappling with mortality.\n\n**The Hidden Insight**\nThis quote reveals a counter-intuitive truth: that the human spirit is inherently drawn to surrender, to rest, and to acceptance, rather than perpetual striving or activity. 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