Love must neither beg nor demand. Love must be strong enough to find certainty within itself. It then cease to be moved and becomes the mover.

What he had not learned, however, was this: to find contentment in himself and his own life

...Haller's sickness of the soul, as I now know, is not the eccentricity of a single individual, but the sickness of the times themselves, the neurosis of that generation to which Haller belongs, a sickness, it seems, that by no means attacks the weak and worthless only but, rather, precisely those who are strongest in spirit and richest in gifts.

Love can be begged, bought, or received as a gift, one can find it in the street, but one cannot steal it.

Oh, love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.

Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.

Painting is marvelous; it makes you happier and more patient. Afterwards you do not have black fingers as with writing, but blue and red ones.