Dimei

“Paris had its sweetest smell, the smell of chestnut trees in bloom and of petrol with a few grains of dust that crack under your teeth like pepper. In the darknes the danger seemed to grow. You could smell the suffering in the air, in the silence. Everyone looked at their house and thought, "Tomorrow it will be in ruins, tomorrow I'l have nothing left.”
― Irene Nemirovsky, Suite Française

“I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.”
― George Gordon Byron

“If I love you, what business is it of yours?”
― Johann wolfgang von Goethe

“Waiting is erotic”
― irene nemirovsky, Suite Française