She loved three things — a joke, a glass of wine, and a handsome man.
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
— The Little Prince (via araeni
We’re sisters. You’re my family. What is you, is me. There’s nothing you could ever say to make me let go. I love you.