If dual torment is to be my one condition,
both of loving and being loved I would quit.

privation is the cause of appetite

Love is like a boomerang, each time you send it out, it comes back to you.

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.

If she loved him the way she said she did, she wanted him whole. Maybe this was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another's well-being is more important than one's own.

Stop, shadow of my elusive beloved/ Image of enchantment that I most desire/ Beautiful illusion for whom I happily die/ Sweet fiction for whom I painfully live.