Konstantina

“No person is completely wicked, just as no person is perfect. We are all grey”
― Sweety Shinde, Arjun: Without a Doubt

“I’ll tell you the story of the wave and the rock. It’s an old story. Older than we are. Listen. Once upon a time there was a wave who loved a rock in the sea, let us say in the Bay of Capri. The wave foamed and swirled around the rock, she kissed him day and night, she embraced him with her white arms, she sighed and wept and besought him to come to her. She loved him and stormed about him and in that way slowly undermined him, and one day he yielded, completely undermined, and sank into her arms.”
“And suddenly he was no longer a rock to be played with, to be loved, to be dreamed of. He was only a block of stone at the bottom of the sea, drowned in her. The wave felt disappointed and deceived and looked for another rock
“What does that mean? He should have remained a rock.”
“The wave always says that. But things that move are stronger than immovable things. Water is stronger than rocks.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country

“It takes years for the land to recuperate from a fire, but even in the darkest of ashes eventually something can grow.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters

“I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.”
― Frida Kahlo