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.

Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.

Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.

Part of the reason that men seem so much less loving than women is that men's behavior is measured with read more

Part of the reason that men seem so much less loving than women is that men's behavior is measured with a feminine ruler.

The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.

The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.

Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into read more

Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.

When you have loved as she has loved, you grow old beautifully.

When you have loved as she has loved, you grow old beautifully.

Like everybody who is not in love, he thought one chose the person to be loved after endless deliberations and read more

Like everybody who is not in love, he thought one chose the person to be loved after endless deliberations and on the basis of particular qualities or advantages.

Could I love less, I should be happier now.

Could I love less, I should be happier now.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, read more

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.