emmanuel_leverkuhn

We're not happy until the idea that something worst can happen. Is that the definition of happiness? I'm thirsty of knowledge, thirsty of truth, thirsty of you. 
          	
          	I need your hair under my lips when we'll kiss. 

emmanuel_leverkuhn

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
          
          
          Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass