Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces � and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper � love her, love her, love her!
When you're in love and trying to make someone love you back, you can hear the texture of your own footfalls, the whistling passage of your breath. Invisible eyes monitor you constantly: even at night something presides over the shape of your sleep. Every thought carries a tick or a cross.
Of all the forces, love is the strongest... Love can make a woman pick up a bus, or it can crush a man under the weight of a feather. Or it just lets everything go on as it was yesterday and will be tomorrow. That�s the kind of force love is.
When a man conclusively exalts one woman, and one woman only, 'above all others,' you can be pretty sure you are dealing with a misogynist. It frees him up for thinking the rest are shit.
Love is an abstract noun, something nebulous. And yet love turns out to be the only part of us that is solid, as the world turns upside down and the screen goes black.
The power of love is not properly gauged if it is estimated only by the object that inspires it, if the tension preceding it is not taken into account - that gloomy space of disillusionment and loneliness which stretches in front of all the great events of the heart.
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human