Ella

“For now he knew what Shalimar knew: If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it.”
― Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon

“How can it be that a set of the shoulders, the rhythm of a stride, the shadow of a strand of hair falling on a forehead can cause the tides of the heart to ebb and to flow?”
― Ahdaf Soueif, The Map of Love