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Oh how reckless of me. I made you all wet.
Yes, but my martini is still dry.
—Ian Fleming
To my lips wine has no taste,
the visitation never ends,
my mind flies home to thee,
dearest of all to my heart.
—Old Norse verse
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.
—Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
...Let me love you true, let me rescue you, let me lead you to where two roads meet.
O come back above, where there's love, and the ground's beneath your feet.
—Salman Rushdie
What makes the desert beautiful, said the little prince, is that somewhere it hides a well...
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry