To love someone is to isolate him from the world, W ipe out every trace of him, Dispossess him of his shadow, Drag him into a murderous future.
It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.
Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude.
Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;
It does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy,
But it is very rare because most people are strategists.
In her first passion woman loves her lover,
In all the others all she loves is love
Experience shows us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking
together in the same direction. Love itself is what is left over
when being in love has burned away
