Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheJust as, out of habit, one consults a run-down clock as though it were still going, so too one may look at the face of a beautiful woman as though he still loved her.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheVery few people love others for what they are; rather, they love what they lend them, their own selves, their own idea of them.
Johann Wolfgang von GoetheLove is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe