Everyone has choices to make no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love..

So she thoroughly taught him that one cannot take pleasure without giving pleasure and that every gesture every caress every touch every glance every last bit of the body has its secret which brings happiness to the person who knows how to wake it. She taught him that after a celebration of love the lovers should not part without admiring each other without being conquered or having conquered so that neither is bleak or glutted or has the bad feeling of being used or misused.

Everything about her has to do with me.

With me illusions are bound to be shattered. I am here to shatter all illusions. Yes it will irritate you it will annoy you - thats my way of functioning and working. I will sabotage you from your very roots Unless you are totally destroyed as a mind there is no hope for you.

Absence is to love what wind is to fire it extinguishes the small it inflames the great.

I was the lion who forced you to join with Aravis. I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who drove the jackals from you while you slept. I was the lion who gave the horses the new strength of fear for the last mill so that you should reach King Lune in time. And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay a child near death so that it came to shore where a man sat wakeful at midnight to receive you.

Love the trees until their leaves fall off then encourage them to try again next year.

Sonnet 130My mistress eyes are nothing like the sunCoral is far more red than her lips redIf snow be white why then her breasts are dunIf hairs be wires black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damaskd red and whiteBut no such roses see I in her cheeksAnd in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing soundI grant I never saw a goddess goMy mistress when she walks treads on the ground And yet by heaven I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

Late FragmentAnd did you get whatyou wanted from this life even soI did.And what did you wantTo call myself beloved to feel myselfbeloved on the earth.

The best use of life is love. The best expression of love is time. The best time to love is now.