Rainer Maria Rilke

Who’s not sat tense before his own heart’s curtain.

When you make loving others the story of your life, there’s never a final chapter, because the legacy continues. You lend your light to one person, and he or she shines it on another and another and another. And I know for sure that in the final analysis of our lives- when the to-do lists are no more, when the frenzy is finished, when our e-mail inboxes are empty- the only thing that will have any lasting value is whether we’ve loved others and whether they’ve loved us.

We are asleep until we fall in Love!

Men make love more intensely at 20, but make love better, however, at 30.

I’m well acquainted with villains that live in my head.

Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves.

Have you ever been so melancholy, that you wanted to fit in the palm of your beloved’s hand? And lie there, for fortnights, or decades, or the length of time between stars? In complete silence?

I miss the thought of a forever, you and me. But all you’re missing is my body.

What’s my hand without your heart to hold?

Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.

True love is finding your soulmate in your best friend.

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.

Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.

Once you have drunk from the water of unconditional love, no other well can satisfy your thirst. The pangs of separation may become so intense that seeking the affection of the Beloved becomes an obsession.

Love – THE FEELING – is a fruit of love, the verb.

But the law of loving others could not be discovered by reason, because it is unreasonable.