Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears.

The most precious gift you can bring to your lover is your suffering.

There's no heart like the Indian heart.

There's a theory that snoring at night in sleep is a subconscious defence reflex-a warning sound that frightened potential predators away from the mouth of the cave when our lower-paleolithic ancestors huddled in vulnerable sleep. That group of nomads, cameleers, sheep and goat herders, farmers, and guerilla fighters lent credibility to the idea, for they snored so thunderously and with such persistent ferocity through the long, cold night that they would've frightened a pride of ravenous lions into scattering like startled mice.

Its a fact of being in love that we often pay no attention whatsoever to the substance of what a lover says, while being intoxicated to ecstasy by the way it's said. I was in love with her eyes, but I didn't read them. I loved her voice, but I didn't really hear the fear & the anguish in it.

Once you love something, you can never stop loving it. Even after a divorce, the heart will not stop loving.

The more you try to be like someone else, the more you find yourself standing in the way.