You have to love something before you can hate it.
You have never loved me. You only thought it amusing to be in love with me.[I har aldrig elsket mig. I har bare syntes, det var fornøjeligt at være forelsket i mig.]
You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else. You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones. Remember this, on this journey you insist on making. If you die, I will not survive you long.
You have been with me from the very first life. You are my first memory every time, the single thread in all of my lives. It’s you who makes me a person.
You cannot touch love either; but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.
You cannot save people, you can only love them.
You can’t live your life for other people. You’ve got to do what’s right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.
You broke my heart. I fell for you and you broke my heart. Period, done, end of story.
You are my life now.
You are my best friend as well as my lover, and I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most. I treasure each side, just as I have treasured our life together.
You are like nobody since I love you.[A nadie te pareces desde que yo te amo.]
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.[Du bist gleichzeitig die Ruhe und die Aufregung meines Herzens.]
