When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out.

When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.

Never to lie is to have no lock on your door, you are never wholly alone.

When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.

First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences, gestures, attitudes, a burning phrase with no context

No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye.