LOVE, ACCEPT THE THINGS TO WHICH FATE BINDS YOU
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.
love, delusion, women differs,
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.
love is like ghosts, few have seen