Love is all about guts. If you have it, you fight with the world. If you don’t, you fight with yourself.

Gods must be crazy
Flowers must be daisy
Clouds must be hazy
Winds must be lazy
What else it could be…
My heart must be in love lately…

Before I met you, my life ran on sheer amusement.
After I met you, my life ran on sheer compassion.

You better not be touched by love; you are living peacefully. But if you do, you better not be left by it. Because the wounded in love is only shreds of heart scattered. Even if you manage to regain it, you will never be that peaceful person again. Such is the curse of love.

...and when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other's sight, as I may say, even for a moment...

You're the fire burning inside of me.