“When love, that dandelion fluff, that always comes and goes with the first wind thread, will pass on to your door, then you will know you met me...” — Octavian Paler Copy Share Image
“She was held together by a thread. Not even a strong fishing wire, but the kind of thread that could fray and break in the wind. A thread that could unravel at any moment, scattering and smashing all the pieces… — R.L. Griffin Copy Share Image
