When you were in love, you were capable of learning everything and of knowing things you had never dared even to think, because love was the key to understanding all of the mysteries.

she, with her affection and her gaiety, had been largely responsible for him having rediscovered the meaning of life, her love had driven him to the far corners of the Earth, because he needed to be rich enough to buy some land and live in peace with her for the rest of their days. It was his utter confidence in this fragile creature, that had made him fight with honor, because he knew that after a battle he could forget all the horrors of war in her arms, and that, despite all the women he had known, only there in her arms could he close his eyes and sleep like a child.

The world has a soul and whoever understands that soul can also understand the language of many things.

One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving

Love can only be found through the act of loving.

Even if it is only for a matter of moments, because those moments bring with them a Love so intense that it justifies the rest of our days.