Upon your shattered ruins where, This vine will flourish still, as rare, As fresh, as fragrant as of old. Love will not crumble.

It always gives me a shiver when I see a cat seeing what I can't see.

We do not lose our friends when they die, we only lose sight of them.

No love-story has ever been told twice. I never heard any tale of lovers that did not seem to me as new as the world on its first morning.

He loved her, both for her fault and her redemption of it, more than he had ever thought that he could love her; for he had believed that in their kiss love had reached its uttermost. But love has no uttermost, as the starshave no number and the sea no rest.

Cats sleep Anywhere, Any table, Any chair, Top of piano, Window-ledge, In the middle, On the edge.

In love there are no penalties and no payments, and what is given is indistinguishable from what is received.