Ani

“Is it not a small miracle to bear witness to such beauty?”
“Yes,” he said, still staring at her.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Every Spiral of Fate

“It would be simpler for him to lay down and die for her than to try to convey the enormity of all that he felt in her presence.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Every Spiral of Fate

“Why hadn’t they told him that love was not a soft and gentle wind, but a storm determined to rip you apart and build its home in the wreckage? That it brought with it uninvited guests, new fears and worries and paranoias beyond the reach of any reason.
How in those early days, before he knew what was happening, he would lose his breath at the thought of a future without her. A future where the guests would be gone, but so would his new home. The home she had carved inside him, where the air smelled like her hair and the bells sounded like her laugh. A place where he could rest until he was old and weary, where he could only sleep with his hand settled over her heart, because even so many years later, that steady pulse was the only pillar Arin would ever lean on.
Death, he learned, did not change anything. It didn’t destroy their home; it simply barred Arin from entering. It meant years waiting on the steps.”
― Sara Hashem, The Jasad Crown

“It’s like I was living in a world of shadows and mist, and then you showed up in my castle—wild, furious, insulting me. And you looked like dawn.” His voice drops. “Rose and honey. You felt like something I lost a long time ago. And ever since, I haven’t been able to clear my mind. Without you, now, I think it would feel like the air stopped moving through the trees. It would feel like the sun would never rise, the rivers would stop flowing, and everything would turn to dust.”
― C.N. Crawford, Lady of The Lake