You can love a person for walking the same roads as you every dusk or dawn. You can love a person a lot by teaching him to love people, thus himself. You can love someone like no one has ever loved or will ever love them, but you can't ask anyone to love you.

Loves? As people – about some is better not to ask.

Life – a sort of a plate of real-imaginary from which we nibble together with the birds of light and darkness, with the poor and well-to-do of the world at grains of to be once rough (like sharp stones), other times more like the pulp of pomegranates and ripe figs; stairs I have to climb in myself and climb down... to sometimes walk along the roads of infinity, other times, how many, to stop before the first step, waiting for the path home...

A great love is like a powerful magnetic storm. When it passes, it leaves behind large stretches of planet Human in total darkness.

The loved one is all that, by being missed, completes us. Alone, everyone's essence lacks it.

In time we learn that the ones that loved us sincerely have died or are too far away anyway.