Krishna Thorat

“I loved you more than loved allowed”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)

“It is pointless trying to know where the way leads. Think only about your first step, the rest will come.”
― Shams Tabrizi

“I write letters to lovers I have never seen, or heard, to lovers who do not exist, to lovers I invent on a lonely morning. Open a file, write a paragraph or a page, erase before lunch. The sheer pleasure of being able to write something that my husband can never access. The revenge in writing the word lover, again and again and again. The knowledge that I can do it, that I can get away with doing it. The defiance, the spite. The eagerness to rub salt on his wounded pride, to reclaim my space, my right to write.”
― Meena Kandasamy, When I Hit You: Or, A Portrait of the Writer as a Young Wife

“Art takes time—
Monet grew his gardens
before he painted them.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild