#toward

I grew up in France, my first language was French, and I tend to gravitate towards French cooking. ↗

— Robert Stack

#first #france #french #gravitate #grew

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. ↗

— Rumi

#each #fall #feet #finally #first