The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.[Lo único que me duele de morir es que no sea de amor.]
The only everyday and eternal reality was love.[La única realidad cotidiana y eterna era el amor.]
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
The ocean has been singing to me, and the song is that of our life together…
The name of a person you love is more than language.
The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.
The more we love any one, the less we ought to flatter her. True love shows itself by overlooking nothing.[Plus on aime quelqu’un, moins il faut qu’on le flatte; A ne rien pardonner le pur amour éclate.]
The more I think about it the more I feel that there’s nothing more genuinely artistic than to love people.[Plus j’y réflechis plus je sens qu’il n’y a rien de plus reellement artistique que d’aimer les gens.]
The more a man judges the less he loves.[Also known as:]The more one judges, the less one loves.[Plus on juge, moins on aime.]
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.[Debajo de tu piel vive la luna.]
The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you’ve already stopped loving that person forever.
The mere habit of learning to love is the thing; and a teachableness of disposition in a young lady is a great blessing.
