June 2012
“My heart was a hysterical, unreliable organ.”
– Vladimir Nabokov
“I paint flowers so they will not die.”
– Frida Kahlo
“But dreams are like a drug: the magic doesn’t last and then the pain is worse...”
– I Capture the Castle
“He stepped down, trying not too look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he...”
– Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
“You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy...”
– Oscar Wilde
“So I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in...”
– Pablo Neruda
