“We love, we live, we give what we can give and take what little we deserve.” <3
“My darling. I’m waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone now, and I am horribly cold. I really ought to drag myself outside but then there’d be the sun. I’m afraid I’d waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we’ve hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. We’re the real countries. Not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you’ll come and carry me out into the Palace of Winds. That’s all I’ve wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I’m writing in the darkness.” — The English Patient
