Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, the thirst that is unquenchable?

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself, but if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires.

All that spirits desire, spirits attain.

And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.

Which of you would be silent - when all else sings together in unison?

Would that I were a dry well, and that the people tossed stones into me, for that would be easier than to be a spring of flowing water that the thirsty pass by, and from which they avoid drinking.

Love prides itself not only in the one who loves, but also in the beloved.