If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.
That's how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can't experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too .
Living is strife and torment, disappointment and love and sacrifice, golden sunsets and black storms.
Every true love and friendship is a story of unexpected transformation. If we are the same person before and after we loved, that means we haven't loved enough.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death.
When God decides to bless you, he will cause situations to come together in your favour, no matter what others try to do.
You don't love someone because they are perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.
All feelings that concentrate you and lift you up are pure; only that feeling is impure which grasps just one side of your being and thus distorts you.
Love is how you stay alive, even after you are gone.
