Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; read more

Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.

All beings are beautiful seen through eyes of love.

All beings are beautiful seen through eyes of love.

I seek for one as fair and gay,
But find none to remind me,
How blest the read more

I seek for one as fair and gay,
But find none to remind me,
How blest the hours pass'd away
With the girl I left behind me.

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why read more

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. . . . It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.

What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?

What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or read more

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.

Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.

Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I read more

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I read more

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.