Welcome to the club. Don't be thinkin' you're the only one whose heart was in a hit and run while you looked the other way. As you're howlin' at the moon, take a look around the room at all your fellow fools of love.
Love is a naked shadow
On a gnarled and naked tree.
Now they are a circle, and they vibrate together, they pulsate together. Their hearts are no longer separate, their beats are no longer separate, they have become a melody, a harmony. It is the greatest music possible, all other musics are just faint things compared to it, shadow things compared to it.
Our brains may lie to us, but our hearts never do.
And love. Nothing is more difficult than love.
"Why don't you ever use your strength on me?" she said.
"Because love means renouncing strength," said Franz softly.
"Love is a battle," said Marie-Claude, still smiling. "And I plan to go on fighting. To the end."
There are many in the world who are dying for a piece of bread, but there are many more dying for a little love.
It is sad not to be loved, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.
If you die, I will lie down beside you and I will stay there until the end, without eating or drinking, you will rot in my arms and I will love you as carcass: for you love nothing if you do not love everything.
And I still tremble when we touch.