Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

"Within you I lose myself
Without you I find myself
Wanting to be lost again."

"Love is like playing the piano. First you must learn to play by the rules, then you must forget the rules and play from your heart."

Love without return is like a question without an answer !

The most eloquent silence; that of two mouths meeting in a kiss.