Edith

“Le jour, ses mains en prolongement des tiennes sur le corps des patients. La nuit, son corps en prolongement du tien sous tes mains impatientes.”
― Éric Chacour, Ce que je sais de toi

“Do you blame Shakespeare for any of it?”
The question is so unlikely, so nonsensical coming from such a sensible man, that I can’t suppress a smile. “I blame him for all of it.”
― M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains

“You say you're looking for beauty, but this isn't the way to achieve it, my dear friend. You won't find it while you look to yourself, as if everything revolved around you. Don't you see? It's exactly the other way around, precisely the other way around. You mustn't be careful, you must get hurt. What I am trying to explain, child, is that unless you allow the beauty you seek to hurt you, to break you and knock you down, you'll never find it.”
― Natalia Sanmartin Fenollera, The Awakening of Miss Prim

“Nous sommes faits de l'étoffe dont sont tissés les vents.”
― Alain Damasio, La Horde du Contrevent