#sen

I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#teenagers

Love falls in love with love; comes like an echo sounding back, searches its mirrored shadow within a look. ↗

— Mocco Wollert

#lovers #loving-words #of-loving #relationships #sensuality

Mystics are not themselves. They do not exist in selves. They move as they are moved, talk as words come, see with sight that enters their eyes. I met a woman once and asked her where love had led her. Fool, there's no destination to arrive at. Loved one and lover and love are infinite. ↗

— فرید الدین عطار

#sword-sentiments #love

I can see time," whispered Mogget, so softly that his words were lost. ↗

— Garth Nix

#fantasy #young-adult #young-adult