What I cannot love, I overlook.
I want to live only for ecstasy. Small doses, moderate loves, all half-shades leave me cold. I like extravagance.
You don't find love; it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.
Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.
You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.
Embrace your solitude and love it. Endure the pain it causes, and try to sing out with it.
Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.
I believe in the compelling power of love. I do not understand it. I believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of all this thorny existence.
You cannot save people. You can only love them.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back: a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.