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

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

—Samuel Beckett

...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