Es extraño. Había llegado a resignarme tanto a aquella vida sin ella y, sin embargo, si pensaba en ella sólo por un minuto, era suficiente para traspasar el hueso y la médula de mi conformidad y arrojarme de nuevo al canal agonizante de mi lastimoso pasado.

The one thing that we can never get enough of is Love and the one thing we never give enough is Love.

Te quiero…te adoro –dice–. Iré adonde digas: Estambul, Singapur, Honolulú. Pero ahora tengo que irme…se está haciendo tarde.

At the bottom of every frozen heart there is a drop or two of love - just enough to feed the birds.

The city is loveliest when the sweet death racket begins. Her own life lived in defiance of nature, her electricity, her frigidaires, her soundproof walls, the glint of lacquered nails, the plumes that wave across the corrugated sky. Here in the coffin depths grow the everlasting flowers sent by telegraph.

The real enemy can always be met and conquered, or won over. Real antagonism is based on love, a love which has not recognized itself.

The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.