爱
The desire to be loved is perhaps the most deeply rooted of all our vanity.
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
The saddest thing about love is that not only that it cannot last forever, but that heartbreak is soon forgotten.
Every life is in many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
Le soleil, le foyer de tendresse et de vie, verse l'amour brûlant à la terre ravie.
The books that we love, they love us back. And just as we mark our places in the pages, those pages leave their marks on us.
The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open.
The stories we love best do live in us forever.