The torment of love can transform people into wretched monsters

Je ne veux pas que tu aimes "ça en moi", je veux que tu aimes "moi tout entier".

I don’t want there to be things you “love about me”, I want you to love “all of me”.

I love you crookedly because my heart's been unhinged from birth. The doctors gave me strict instructions not to fall in love: my fragile clockwork heart would never survive. But when you gave me a dose of love so powerful - far beyond my wildest dreams - that I felt able to confront anything for you, I decided to put my life in your hands.

Do you love me Hero?" His pale green eyes were full of torment. "Do you love me like I love you?

Before you realize this truth, say the Yogis, you will always be in despair, a notion nicely expressed in this exasperated line from the Greek stoic philosopher Epictetus: 'You bear God within you, poor wretch, and know it not.