“The main thing, when a sword cuts into one’s soul, is to keep a calm gaze, lose no blood, accept the coldness… — Franz Kafka Copy Share Image
“Tho' veiled in spires of myrtle wreath, Love is a sword that cuts its sheath, And thro' the clefts, itself has made,… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“Ordinarily a sword cuts into two but the sword of love is quite different it unites two into one” — Sawan Singh Copy Share Image
