Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the read more

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in read more

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

To be in love is merely to be in a perpetual state of anesthesia--to mistake an ordinary young man for read more

To be in love is merely to be in a perpetual state of anesthesia--to mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an ordinary young woman for a goddess.

Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says ‘I need you because I love you.

Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says ‘I need you because I love you.

This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.

This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.

My heart I fain would ask thee
What then is Love? say on.
"Two souls and one read more

My heart I fain would ask thee
What then is Love? say on.
"Two souls and one thought only
Two hearts that throb as one."
[Ger., Mein Herz ich will dich fragen,
Was ist denn Liebe, sag?
"Zwei Seelen und ein Gedanke,
Zwei Herzen und ein Schlag."

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves...

Yet each man kills the thing he loves...