I did not know my soul until I saw it's reflection in your eyes.

If you let go of me now,” I whispered, stretching against him, “it could be another six hundred years before you find me again. Are you willing to take that risk?

We are all cups, and our destiny is poured according to measures we cannot understand, cannot influence.

Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.

I wish I had the power to flip my reality upside down like an hourglass, and that life wasn't a finite affair, but rather a perpetually recurring passage through a hole in time.

It's what we call a dolce pazzia... a sweet madness. Once you feel it, you will never want to leave it.

But he is an Italian," was Umberto's sensible reply. "He doesn't care if you break some law a little bit, as long as you wear beautiful shoes. Are you wearing beautiful shoes? Are you wearing the shoes I gave you?...principessa?" I looked down at my flip-flops. "I guess I'm toast.