You are my life now.
Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face—I know it is an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.
When one is in love one begins by deceiving oneself. And one ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
Well, my dear, take heart. Some day, I will kiss you and you will like it. But not now, so I beg you not to be too impatient.
We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning, and I was discovering, naming all the these things: it was my destiny to love and say goodbye.
Twenty years of romance make a woman look like a ruin; but twenty years of marriage make her something like a public building.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write, for example, ‘The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’ The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.
Those words, that voice, had more power over me than any phantom ever could.
The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
The sentimental person thinks things will last — the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won’t.
