Friends don’t spy; true friendship is about privacy, too

Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.

I’m still in love with what I do, with the idea of making things up, so hours when I write always feel like very blessed hours to me

Once I fell in love with books, I fell in love completely

She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn’t beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.

Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.

Things are beautiful if you love them.

I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything.

If love is blind, then maybe a blind person that loves has a greater understanding of it.

The most precious gift we can offer others is our presence. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.

Beauty has so many forms, and I think the most beautiful thing is confidence and loving yourself.

In true love, you attain freedom.

Beauty is ordained by nature to excite love.

It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.

To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.

At some point, you gotta let go, and sit still, and allow contentment to come to you.

To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life.

For lack of attention a thousand forms of loveliness elude us every day.

Possessing you makes me proud & your love makes me happy. I will be doubly happy when I can press you to my heart again and see your loving eyes.

Is it not a lack of real affection that scares me away again and again from marriage. Is it a fear of the comfortable life, or nice furniture, of dishonor that I burden myself with, or even the fear of becoming a contented bourgeois?

When you trip over love, it is easy to get up. But when you fall in love, it is impossible to stand again.

Women marry men hoping they will change. Men marry women hoping they will not. So each is inevitably disappointed.

I firmly believe that love [of a subject or hobby] is a better teacher than a sense of duty – at least for me.

You can’t blame gravity for falling in love.