Yes, I Did Write In My Letter That I Would Wait For You Forever. I Didn’t Mean Exactly “forever,”

“I bloom within myself, inwardly,”

— Gabriela Mistral, from Selected Prose & Prose Poems; “The Fig,”

La pureté est absolument invulnérable en tant que pureté (...). Mais elle est éminemment vulnérable en ce sens que toute atteinte du mal la fait souffrir (S. Weil, Pesanteur, 1943, p. 79).

Alexander Blok, translated by Robert Chandler, from a poem titled "She Came Out in the Frost,"

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Johnny Lorenz, Um Sopro de Vida

Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”

— Jane Austen

𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟: vanilla macarons, soft rain, oversized blazers & cashmere cardigans, cinnamon scented candles, velvet hair ribbons, spending nights by the fireplace

Margaret Atwood, from “Dream”, Dearly

“Forget all the reasons why it wont work and believe the one reason why it will.”

— Unknown