Sara

“Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Then his head sank to the floor of its own accord and from his nostrils came the last faint flicker of his breath.”
― Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis

“Well, she's not responding to my advances," he observed more brightly than he felt, "so she must be dead."
"Or she's a woman of good taste and sense.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream