Cami

“lady through whose profound and fragile lips the sweet small clumsy feet of April came into the ragged meadow of my soul.”
― E.E. Cummings, 100 Selected Poems

“I was ashamed of myself when I realised life was a costume party and I attended with my real face”
― Franz Kafka

“could it be said of her that she had been promiscuous? No, that could not be said of her. For she had been as free as air, and one does not qualify the general atmosphere with such a paltry adjective as “promiscuous.” She had just slept with everybody—with white, black, yellow, pink, green, or purple—but she had never been promiscuous.”
― Thomas Wolfe, You Can't Go Home Again

“Beautiful flowers need tender, loving care to bloom. So do people.”
― Jim Genovese