Even a speck of love should not go unappreciated, because, as Rumi said, love is the water of life.

What is the point of roaming the world when it's the same misery everywhere?

... do not ask yourself which kind of love you should seek, spiritual or material, divine or mundane, Eastern or Western..Divisions only lead to more divisions. Love has no labels, definitions''.

From her he had learned two fundamental things about love: first, that unlike what the romantics so pompously argued, love was a more gradual course than a sudden blossoming at first sight, and second, that he was capable of loving.

Let love take hold of you and change you. At first through its presence then through its absence.

Did she ever love me as much as much as I love her? I don't think so. But I know she did love me in her own self-centered and self-destructive way.

In the Kingdom of the East, the male heart, like the orb at the end of a pendulum, swung from one extreme to the other. Oscillating between overplayed adoration to overplayed contempt, dangling over the emotional detritus that just the day before had been passion, men loved too much, raged too much, hated too much, always too much.

სამყარო სხვაგვარად იწყებს ბრუნვას, როცა ცეცხლს წყალი შეუყვარდება