For she is his poet,
And he is her poetry.
—Lang Leav (Love and Misadventure)
A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid anymore.
—John Steinbeck, East of Eden (via larmoyante)