There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
LOVE, WHEN WE LOVED NOT ENOUGH
Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Tell me who admires and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.
love, admires, quite different, before
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.
love is like ghosts, few have seen
