Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.
That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.
Love is not in our choice but in our fate.
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away.
The greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel the pain.
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life. I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky. But why can't it be mine?
I believe that love cannot be bought except with love.
A kiss is a lusty dollop of dessert to be served with desire and savored with passion.
It is one of the paradoxes of American literature that our writers are forever looking back with love and nostalgia at lives they couldn't wait to leave.
Love is what you get even when you don't give anything.
