If the air narrated me about you I would want to lose myself in the wind, there I would listen to your words and sighs, there I would be close to your soul and to the warmth of your heart.
It is a misfortune to not be loved but an insult to not be loved anymore.
I know. I know that I shall never again meet anything or anybody who will inspire me with passion. You know, it's quite a job starting to love somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment, in the very beginning, when you have to jump across a precipice: if you think about it you don't do it. I know I'll never jump again.
There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.
True love isn't either physical or romantic.
True love is acceptance of everything that is, that was, will and won't be.
The happiest people aren't necessarily those who enjoy the best of everything, but those that gain the best of wht they have.
Life isn't about surviving the storm, but about how to dance in the rain!
I want to try to stay with you. I want to believe it's possible, even if not for now, even form far away. I need to wait for someone who doesn't look like anyone else and you are that.
If you find someone you love in your life, then hang on to that love.
I don't demand to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me: love is knowing everything about someone, and wanting to be with him even more than with anybody else. Love is trusting to tell them everything about yourself, even all the things you could be embarassed about. Love is feeling at one's ease and safe with someone, but even more is feeling your legs give in when that someone walks into a room and smiles at you.
For some reson I ignore the fact that I like you a lot. A lot, nothing unreasonable, I should say enough to make sure that at night, alone, I awake and not being able to fall asleep again, I start dreaming of you.
The heart's affections are like cedar branches; if the tree should lose a strong branch, it suffers, but doesn't die. It spills all the vitality in the branch next to it, so that it may grow and fill the empty space.