He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.

I think... if it is true that
there are as many minds as there
are heads, then there are as many
kinds of love as there are hearts.

Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed.

I never felt my Mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment - upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses.

One day I shall find you...When you touch me I shall shiver...When your lips shall touch mine, my heart will know you are mine ..When I shall look into your eyes, you will reveal your soul... When our hands shall lock together our love will run through our veins...One day desitny will bring us together

Explain! Tell a man to explain how he dropped into hell! Explain my preference! I never had a preference for her, any more than I have a preference for breathing. No other woman exists by the side of her. I would rather touch her hand if it were dead, than I would touch any other woman's living.