Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

The more familiar two people become, the more the language they speak together departs from that of the ordinary, dictionary-defined read more

The more familiar two people become, the more the language they speak together departs from that of the ordinary, dictionary-defined discourse. Familiarity creates a new language, an in-house language of intimacy that carries reference to the story the two lovers are weaving together and that cannot be readily understood by others.

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they read more

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.

Love is always a stranger in the house of avarice.

Love is always a stranger in the house of avarice.

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.

Where there is great love there are always miracles.

Where there is great love there are always miracles.

Those who ask for love in return are coolies demanding wages.

Those who ask for love in return are coolies demanding wages.

Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass.

Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass.