Viola

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

“I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anais Nin

“If you can't explain it to a six year old, you don't understand it yourself.”
― Albert Einstein