i. "Destruction can be beautiful to some people. Don’t ask me why. It just is. And if they can’t find anything to destroy, they destroy themselves." - John Knowles
ii. Her hand touched me at the wrist. “If I gave you my life, you would drop it. Wouldn't you?” I didn't say anything. - Michael Ondaatje
iii. One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass. And then you realized you always felt that way. - The Tracey Fragments
iv. "I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way (s)he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights." - Maya Angelou
v. What I want is to be your skin, to hang off your limbs and know you could never get rid of me. - Kianna Mkhonza
vi. "I wish I knew the language of hands. There are hundreds of words in the turn of a wrist, thousands in the trembling of fingertips. But there are dozens of interpretations for the clutching of a fist, the stretching of a finger - there are too many exceptions and not enough rules. Syntax and grammar do not exist in the curl of fingers to palm, only a wilder language of thought and feel; there are things that can only be said in the way hands intertwine; there are things that cannot be said at all." - Cartographe
vii. People who know and love the same books you do have the roadmap of your soul. I believe that. - Cassandra Clare
viii. "Why are you sad?” / “Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with feelings." - Anna Karina
ix. The flower had once seen a caravan passing. - Men? I think there are six or seven of them in existence. I saw them, several years ago. But one never knows where to find them. The wind blows them away. They have no roots, and that makes their lives very difficult. - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
x. "If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you." - Henry Rollins
