Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.

to be understood is not a human right. Even to understand oneself is not a human right.

To lose somebody is to lose not only their person but all those modes and manifestations into which their person has flowed outwards; so that in losing a beloved one may find so many things, pictures, poems, melodies, places lost too: Dante, Avignon, a song of Shakespeare's, the Cornish sea.

The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is one of life's major mysteries.

There is nothing like the bootless solitude of those who are caged together.

What a test that is: more than devotion, admiration, passion. If you long and long for someone’s company you love them.

A middling talent makes for a more serene life.