It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in read more

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty --excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable read more

Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty --excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable --should persist after the beauty was gone.

Marriage is like a bank account. You put it in, you take it out, you lose interest.

Marriage is like a bank account. You put it in, you take it out, you lose interest.

Love is like a balloon.. when you push your relationship with someone forward it is like blowing up the balloon. read more

Love is like a balloon.. when you push your relationship with someone forward it is like blowing up the balloon. If you blow too hard and too fast, the balloon pops and likewise the relationship breaks. But if you take things slowly and let the balloon of love stretch on its own, it grows into a huge, prosperous balloon, full of love. Also, if you don't push the relationship at all, or at least hold it at the same level it was at, the air will flow out of the balloon, deflating it, and your love will shrivel up and become flat & lifeless. So when you are in love, push the relationship forward slowly and gently and the balloon will grow comfortably into a strong, immense love.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love.

Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never.

Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never.

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with read more

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.

Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.

Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.

In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.

In life, as in art, the beautiful moves in curves.