Diana

“She would think about it tomorrow, but tomorrow never came when the memory had been that painful.”
― Carla Reighard, Travelers

“It's as though you had lost an arm or leg but still instinctively reach out to feel your missing limb or try to walk again, placing your entire weight on something that no longer is there.”
― Zeina Kassem, Crossing

“I have not forgotten you — the nights are long and difficult. You too know that all my eyes see, all touch with myself, from any distance, is you. The caress of fabrics, the color of colors, the wires, the nerves, the pencils, the leaves, the dust, the cells, the war and the sun, everything experienced in the minutes of the non-clocks and the non-calendars and the empty non-glances, is you. You felt it, that’s why you let that ship take me away from Le Havre where you never said good-bye to me. I will write to you with my eyes, always. For you is all.”
― Frida Kahlo, The Diary of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait

“Many men think the same way about women, treating them as stars. They admire us from a distance, solely because of our appearance. And when some of them eventually decide to approach the ones they long to be with, they often get burnt.”
― Marcin Dolecki, Philosopher's Crystal: The Treacherous Terrain of Tassatarius