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“Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.”
― Sappho

“You came and I was longing for you.
You cooled a heart that burned with desire.”
― Sappho

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History