Elis Shenkov

“Love conquers, deceitful and slow, With a soft amateurish refrain. So strange to think – not long ago You weren’t dejected and gray.”
― Anna Akhmatova, Evening: Poetry of Anna Akhmatova

“Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.”
― André Aciman, Call Me by Your Name

“Out of all the things I have lost, I miss my mind the most.”
― Mark Twain

“You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.”
― Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova