Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

Many people when they fall in love look for a little haven of refuge from the world, where they can read more

Many people when they fall in love look for a little haven of refuge from the world, where they can be sure of being admired when they are not admirable, and praised when they are not praiseworthy.

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.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only read more

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes read more

It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You’re not alone.

After another moment's silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that read more

After another moment's silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I read more

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

It has been wisely said that we cannot really love anybody at whom we never laugh.

It has been wisely said that we cannot really love anybody at whom we never laugh.