Will the love carved on the back of a chair be like flowers on cement, blooming into a windless, lonely forest?
Love exists within the desire to give, making the lover's happiness one's own.
Joy and pain alternate in love.
All the joy in life is the joy of creation: the actions of a genius in love rely on the fiery passion of creation.
Love needs no mediator; it is understood through silent understanding.
Love comes from love.
Courage, like love, needs hope to nourish it.
Things change, people depart, and all is lost; words come, but tears fall first.
What is a life without love? It is a long night without dawn.
Love existed before the language to express it; in the youth of its arrival in the world, it learned a way of being that it has never forgotten.
Once love enters the heart, it cannot be driven away by anger or reproach. Once it reaches you, it will possess your everything. Since you have fallen in love, there is no other way but to find the simplest path to fulfillment.
The budding of love marks the end of wisdom.
In my view, true love is shown in a lover's subtle, humble, or even shy attitude toward their idol, rather than in the casual display of passion or premature intimacy.
I need three things: love, friendship, and books. Yet how similar they are! Burning love enriches the content of books, and books are humanity's most faithful friends.