He is ugly and sad, but he is all love.[Es feo y triste, pero es todo amor.]
He can love the shapes 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.
Happy the wooing that’s not long doing.
Great love is born of great knowledge of the thing that is loved, and if you do not know it, you can love it little or not at all.[Perchè invero il grande amore nasce dalla gran cognizione della cosa che si ama, e se tu non la conoscerai, poco o nulla la potrai amare.]
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
God manifests his will in the flowers, in the light of dawn, in the spring; and love is of his ordaining.[Dieu a mis ses intentions dans les tîeurs, dans l’aurore, dans le prin- temps, et il veut qu’on aime.]
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.
From nothingness, there arose great love; now, its source nullified, that love, searching and sick, converts to the most abysmal suffering imaginable.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
