“I love you only because it’s you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.”

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?

Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.

In the distance someone is singing.

Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like twin drums beating in the forest against the heavy wall of wet leaves.

What did the earth teach the trees? How to speak to the sky.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

I love you as one loves certain dark things.

I move in the university of the waves.

We are dust and to dust return. In the end we’re neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.

So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.

I am a book of snow, a spacious hand, an open meadow, a circle that waits, I belong to the earth and its winter.

To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know, widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.

Make me feel at home, if you really care, scratch my back and run your pretty fingers through my hair.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.

I’d rather go on hearing your lies, than to go on living without you.

In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you and take your grief and make it my own.

If we don’t have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.

I wish I could live inside my dreams with you together forever.

He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.

True love is rare, and it’s the only thing that gives life real meaning.