I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms.

Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.

Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.

To love another human in all of her splendor and imperfect perfection , it is a magnificent task...tremendous and foolish and human.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.