genius of sadness

She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated



Earth’s Eye

A lake is a landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden


every gesture

So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure, and that every gesture, every caress, every touch, every glance, every last bit of the body has its secret… ~ Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha

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