You don't want to love - your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You aren't positive, you're negative. You absorb, absorb, as if you must fill yourself up with love, because you've got a shortage somewhere.

There is more pleasure in loving than in being beloved.

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

Love is like a faucet, it turns off and on.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.