Salo

“Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.”
― Sappho

“How does one hate a country, or love one? Tibe talks about it; I lack the trick of it. I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing. Is it simply self-love? That's a good thing, but one mustn't make a virtue of it, or a profession... Insofar as I love life, I love the hills of the Domain of Estre, but that sort of love does not have a boundary-line of hate. And beyond that, I am ignorant, I hope.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness

“Talí." It was the only thing Seregil could think of that encompassed everything he felt right now.
Alec smiled. "You called me that by accident the first time, remember?"
"Unthinking, perhaps, but no accident."
Alec's cheeks went crimson as he declared softly, "You're my talí, too.”
― Lynn Flewelling, Glimpses: A Collection of Nightrunner Short Stories

“someone will remember us
I say
even in another time”
― Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho