Am I in love? —yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I...– Roland Barthes: A Lover’s Discourse
What but skin feels the wind…– Devin Johnston, from “Thin Place”
Love is by definition an unmerited gift; being loved without meriting it is the...– Milan Kundera - Slowness
¿Qué ocurriría si, un día o una noche un demonio se deslizara furtivamente en la...– La Gaya Ciencia, Aforismo 341 - Friedrich Nietzsche.
Best compliment ever.
You are sexy as fuck.
..La borró de la fotografía de su vida no porque no la hubiese amado, sino,...– Milán Kundera
n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life, a mood whose only known cure is the vuvuzela.