For so many years, for so long, I have been so many things, so many different men. But here," he said, so softly I could barely hear him, "here in the dark, with you… I have no name.

Your face is my heart

I hated him for as long as I could. But then I realized that loving him...that was a part of me, and one of the best parts. It didn't matter that he couldn't love me, that had nothing to do with it. But if I couldn't forgive him, then I could not love him, and that part of me was gone. And I found eventually that I wanted it back." ({Lord John, Drums of Autumn}

For where all love is, the speaking is unnecessary

I know why the Jews and Muslims have nine hundred names for God; one small word is not enough for love.

She sounded as though love were an unfortunate but unavoidable condition.

I work late at night. I'm awake and nobody bothers me. It's quiet and things come and talk to me in the silence.