If love enters your heart, get rid of it.[Раз в сердце завелась любовь, надо ее вон.]
If it true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.[Eсли сколько голов, столько умов, то и сколько сердец, столько родов любви.]
If I know what love is, it is because of you.
If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear.
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
If dying, I yet live in a tender heart or two; nor am I lost and hopeless living, if a sainted departed soul still loves and prays for me.
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
I’m tired of living unable to love anyone. I don’t have a single friend – not one. And, worst of all, I can’t even love myself. Why is that? Why can’t I love myself? It’s because I can’t love anyone else. A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else. Do you understand what I am saying? A person who is incapable of loving another cannot properly love himself.
I’ll tell you, what real love is. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter — as I did!
I’d learned that some things are best kept secret.
I’d cut up my heart for you to wear if you wanted it.
I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.
