A man in love can do extraordinary things I dont care if youre an angel youre my angel and I wont let you go.

For one human being to love another human being that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been given to us the ultimate the final problem and proof the work for which all other work is merely preparation.

It doesnt have to be on Valentines Day. It doesnt have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesnt have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesnt have to be kismet at once or rhapsody by the third date.It just has to be. In time. In place. In spirit.It just has to be.

You know the reason The Beatles made it so big...I Wanna Hold Your Hand. First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. Thats what everyone wants. Not 247 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche...or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they cant hide. Every single successful song of the past fifty years can be traced back to I Wanna Hold Your Hand. And every single successful love story has those unbearable and unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding.

You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake even a great mistake a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.

To him she seemed so beautiful so seductive so different from ordinary people that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones why no one elses heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid the flight of her hands the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures not one of the indications of her character but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.

Forgiveness is the name of love practiced among people who love poorly. The hard truth is that all people love poorly. We need to forgive and be forgiven every day every hour increasingly. That is the great work of love among the fellowship of the weak that is the human family.

Every widow wakes one morning perhaps after years of pure and unwavering grieving to realize she slept a good nights sleep and will be able to eat breakfast and doesnt hear her husbands ghost all the time but only some of the time. Her grief is replaced with a useful sadness. Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss. Mine was. Yours is. Your great-great-great-grandchildrens will be. But we learn to live in that love.

How do you know when its over Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.

For women the best aphrodisiacs are words. The G-spot is in the ears. He who looks for it below there is wasting his time.