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“Most of the people are homesick anyway, and a little lonely, and they hide themselves in their hair and are turned into flowers.”
― Tove Jansson, Sculptor's Daughter

“love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“Honestly, I wish I were dead.
Weeping many tears, she left me and said,
“Alas, how terribly we suffer, Sappho.
I really leave you against my will.”

And I answered: “Farewell, go and remember me.
You know how we cared for you.

If not, I would remind you
... of our wonderful times.

For by my side you put on
many wreaths of roses
and garlands of flowers
around your soft neck.

And with precious and royal perfume
you anointed yourself.

On soft beds you satisfied your passion.

And there was no dance,
no holy place
from which we were absent.”
― Sappho

“Flirting is a promise of sexual intercourse without a guarantee.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being