I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
Love and war are two different battlefields.
In love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.
Love her, love her, love her! If she favors you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces, — and as it gets older and stronger it will tear deeper, — love her, love her, love her!
It is not beauty that endears, it’s love that makes us see beauty.
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.
Your hair is winter fire, January embers. My heart burns there, too.
You don’t have to love me but you damn well have to respect me.
Seize the moments of happiness, love and be loved! That is the only reality in the world, all else is folly.
One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.
Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.