Everything comes to us from others. To Be is to belong to someone.
There is no love apart from the deeds of love; no potentiality of love other than that which is manifested in loving.
To love is never just to love since it is also to will to love, and ... to love in spite of oneself, to allow oneself to be overcome by one's love.
When we love animals and children too much, we love them at the expense of men.
To read a poem in January is as lovely as to go for a walk in June
If you die, I will lie down beside you and I will stay there until the end, without eating or drinking, you will rot in my arms and I will love you as carcass: for you love nothing if you do not love everything.
In love, one and one are one.
It answers the question that was tormenting you: my love, you are not 'one thing in my life' - not even the most important - because my life no longer belongs to me because...you are always me.
We do not judge the people we love.