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“To try to write love is to confront the muck of language; that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive (by the limitless expansion of the ego, by emotive submersion) and impoverished (by the codes on which love diminishes and levels it).”
― Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse: Fragments

“If you let hope inside, it takes you over. It feeds on your insides and uses your bones to climb and grow. Eventually it becomes the thing that is your bones, that holds you together. Holds you up until you don't know how to live without it anymore. To pull it out of you would kill you entirely.”
― Ally Condie, Reached

“At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language-door
and open the love-window.
The moon won't use the door,
only the window.”
― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi, A Year with Rumi: Daily Readings

“Seeing is metamorphosis, not mechanism.”
― James Elkins, The Object Stares Back: On the Nature of Seeing – How Sight Alters the Seen and Transforms the Seer