To see and feel one’s beloved naked for

To see and feel one’s beloved naked for the first time is one of life’s pure, irreducible epiphanies. If there is a true religion in the universe, it must include that truth of contact or be forever hollow. To make love to the one true person who deserves that love is one of the few absolute rewards of being a human being, balancing all of the pain, loss, awkwardness, loneliness, idiocy, compromise, and clumsiness that go with the human condition. To make love to the right person makes up for a lot of mistakes.
— Dan Simmons, The Rise of Endymion

I’ve noticed that everything I’m inspired by the

I’ve noticed that everything I’m inspired by the most at this stage is very different from what inspired me when I was younger. There’s significantly little romance and significantly more depth. At first I was sad and worried about this. I thought there was something emptied or broken with me for a while, that the experiences of life had really damaged that part of me. But I think I’ve been misunderstanding the purpose of that. Maybe everything is exactly right with me now for what I have to create. And maybe the best and highest art I can ever make will come from this version of myself.
— Jennifer DeLucy

I may grow tender, walking alone in the

I may grow tender, walking alone in the blue cool of evening, through some garden fresh with flowers after the benediction of the rain; My poor big devil of a nose inhales April and so I follow with my eyes where some boy, with a girl upon his arm, passes a patch of silver. And…I wish I had a woman too, walking with little stops under the moon, and holding my arm so, and smiling. Then I dream – and I forget? And then I see the shadow of my profile on the wall!
— Edmund Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac