Amor del alma de la cintura para arriba y amor del cuerpo de la cintura para abajo.

The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.

...The girl raised her eyes to see who was passing by the window, and that casual glance was the beginning of a cataclysm of love that still had not ended half a century later.

They were so close to each other that they preferred death to separation.

It was the time when they loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity.

She had never imagined that curiosty was one of the many masks of love .

Only God knows how much I love you.