“See How She Leans Her Cheek Upon Her Hand. O, That I Were A Glove Upon That Hand That I Might Touch That Cheek!” ― William Shakespeare, Romeo And Juliet
they-call-me-nita: “You make my dance daring enough to finish. No more timidity. Let fruit fall, and wind turn my roots up in the air, done with patient waiting.” ― Rumi, A Year With Rumi
