Beatriz

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

“Pourquoi nier l’évidente nécessité de la mémoire?”
― Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour

“Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.”
― Sappho, Sweetbitter Love: Poems of Sappho

“I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you.”
― Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima mon amour