Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.
If it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.
If I know what love is, it is because of you.
In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.
Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
You are the friend to whom my soul is attached as to its better half. You are dearer to me than language has the power of telling.
It’s enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.
If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.
Each time you happen to me all over again.
I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t do anything but think about him. At night I dream of him, all day I wait to see him, and when I do see him my heart turns over and I think I will faint with desire.
Having begun to love you, I love you for ever – in all changes, in all disgraces, because you are yourself.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest.