Where a woman's faith in herself ends; so too does her joy.
— David Hallett
I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part of God. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new. — Ursula K. Le Guin
If I moved, he moved. If I stopped, he stopped. It was a duel. — Jennifer Esposito
What is youth? A dream. What is love? The dream's content. — Soren Kierkegaard
Choosing sepia is all to do with trying to make the image look romantic and idealistic. It's sort of a soft version of propaganda. — Martin Parr