I like not only to be loved, but to be told I am loved.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

I know of only one duty, and that is to love

I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.

Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it.

If you haven’t the strength to impose your own terms upon life, then you must accept the terms it offers you.