One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love -- any love -- reveals us in read more

One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love -- any love -- reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.

The dynamics that are required to make any relationship work: Just keep putting your love out there.

The dynamics that are required to make any relationship work: Just keep putting your love out there.

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

The cure for all ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows and the crimes of humanity, all lie in the read more

The cure for all ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows and the crimes of humanity, all lie in the one word 'love.' It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.

A relationship is like a rose,
How long it lasts, no one knows;
Love can erase an awful past,
Love read more

A relationship is like a rose,
How long it lasts, no one knows;
Love can erase an awful past,
Love can be yours, you'll see at last;
To feel that love, it makes you sigh,
To have it leave, you'd rather die;
You hope you've found that special rose,
'Cause you love and care for the one you chose.

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.

Passion doesn't look beyond the moment of its existence.

Passion doesn't look beyond the moment of its existence.

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking read more

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking time? Most of our being is at rest, unlived. In passion, the body and the spirit seek expression outside of self. Passion is all that is other from self. Sex is only interesting when it releases passion. The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.

Nothing is poorer than a truth expressed as it was thought. Committed to writing in such cases, it is not read more

Nothing is poorer than a truth expressed as it was thought. Committed to writing in such cases, it is not even a bad photograph. Truth wants to be startled abruptly, at one stroke, from her self-immersion, whether by uproar, music or cries for help.