Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we cant strike them all by ourselves

One cannot think well love well sleep well if one has not dined well.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite and you do not know what it will bring back a new life a new friend a new love a new country.

The great tragedy of life is not that men perish but that they cease to love.

Its bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. Theyre not. Theyre just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.

In real life love has to be possible. Even if it is not returned right away love can only survive when the hope exists that you will be able to win over the person you desire.

In desperate love we always invent the characters of our partners demanding they be what we need of them and then feeling devastated when they refuse to perform the role we created in the first place.

Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

I have feelings too. I am still human. All I want is to be loved for myself and for my talent.

If a thing loves it is infinite.