• "Tell me, if I caught you one day ; and kissed the sole of your foot ; wouldn't you limp a little then, ; afraid to crush my kiss?" - nichita stanescu
• "I think I cried

But perhaps I didn’t. I flew into my head and there fifty tiny oceans lay in a coffin." - Anne Sexton, The Sea Corpse

• "art and love are the same thing: it’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you."

— chuck klosterman, killing yourself to live: 85% of a true story

• “I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn't be you.” ― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex