He who loves the more is the inferior and must suffer.
He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.
He made me see what Life is, and what Death signifies, and why Love is stronger than both.[The Canterville Ghost]
He is ugly and sad, but he is all love.[Es feo y triste, pero es todo amor.]
He had a word, too. Love, he called it. But I had been used to words for a long time. I knew that that word was like the others: just a shape to fill a lack; that when the right time came, you wouldn’t need a word for that anymore than for pride or fear.
He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
Hatred which is completely vanquished by love passes into love: and love is thereupon greater than if hatred had not preceded it.
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say—good night, till itbe morrow.
God loves some people more. Those people end up rich. He loves some people a little less, and those people stay poor. You take a pin and scratch off one of these colored circles, and underneath you’ll find your gift and your fortune.
God has set his intentions in the flowers, in the dawn, in the spring, – it is his will that we should love.
From nothingness, there arose great love; now, its source nullified, that love, searching and sick, converts to the most abysmal suffering imaginable.
