“brave love, dream not of staunching such strict flame, but come, lean to my wound; burn on, burn on.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“We stared at each other across a narrow space that was full of danger, that almost seemed to roar, like flame. ‘Come,’… — James Baldwin Copy Share Image
I couldn't have spoken like this yesterday, because when we've been apart, and I'm looking forward to seeing you, every thought is… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
