Kash

“Brevity is the sister of talent.”
― Anton Chekhov

“She leaned forward and caught at his hand, pressing it between her own. The touch was like white fire through his veins. He could not feel her skin only the cloth of her gloves, and yet it did not matter. You kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire. He had wondered once why love was always phrased in terms of burning. The conflagration in his own veins, now, gave the answer.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“Ahora tu debes decidir si seguirás siendo una oyente, o, por el contrario, saldrás en busca de tu propia historia.

Oki”
― Laura Gallego García, Donde los árboles cantan

“And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”
― Christopher Poindexter