Her skin, the night, the grass, to be outside and then to be inside Carmen. He...– Bel Canto, Ann Patchett
You’re a hopeless romantic,” said Faber. “It would be funny if it were not...– Ray Bradbury
That depressing moment when the guy you really like has a girlfriend. BREAK UP ALREADY.
Would you dance with me in the middle of this room if I took your hand?– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
Gazing at the rain, I consider what it means to belong, to become part of...– Dance, Dance, Dance by Haruki Murakami
If I had to tell you how humans made their way to Earth, it would go like this:...– Jodi Picoult
Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a...– Sylvia Plath
I’ve figured it out, something that was never clear to me before—how all creation transposes itself out of the world deeper and deeper into our inner world, and why birds cast such a spell on this path into us. The bird’s nest is, in effect, an outer womb given by nature; the bird only furnishes it and covers it rather than containing the whole thing inside itself. As a result, birds are the...