Someday you’ll find someone special again. People who’ve been in love once usually do. It’s in their nature.
Some day sooner or later our passion would have cooled – inevitably – it’s the way with everything human.[Un jour, tôt ou tard, cette ardeur (c’est là le sort des choses humaines) se fût diminuée, sans doute!]
Some cynical Frenchman has said that there are two parties to a love-transaction: the one who loves and the other who condescends to be so treated.
So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.[Eu te amo porque todo o universo conspirou para que eu chegasse até você.]
Sin and love and fear are just sounds that people who never sinned nor loved nor feared have for what they never had and cannot have until they forget the words.
She’s gasping for love like a carp on a kitchen table gasping for water.[Ça bâille après l’amour, comme une carpe après l’eau sur une table de cuisine.]
She was bored. She loved, had a capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.
She is tolerable; but not handsome enough to tempt me.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love; it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so.[Die sinnliche Liebe täuscht über die himmlische hinweg; allein könnte sie es nicht, aber da sie das Element der himmlischen Liebe unbewußt in sich hat, kann sie es.]
Selfish persons are incapable of loving others, but they are not capable of loving themselves either.
See how elastic our stiff prejudices grow when once love comes to bend them.
