Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Gustave FlaubertWomen want you to deceive them: they force you to, and if you resist, they blame you.
Gustave FlaubertLove is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Gustave FlaubertWomen want you to deceive them: they force you to, and if you resist, they blame you.
Gustave Flaubert