Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.
Leo TolstoyShe had no need to ask why he had come. She knew as certainly as if he had told her that he was here to be where she was.
Leo Tolstoy