The enemy of a love is never outside, it's not a man or woman, it's what we lack in ourselves.

You are like a person who consumes herself in love and giving and does not know the miracles that are born of this.

When she did finally fall asleep it was the restless sleep of the night watchman continuously aware of danger and of the treacheries of time seeking to cheat h…

I love your silences, they are like mine. You are the only being before whom I am not distressed by my own silences. You have a vehement silence, one feels it …