All lovers unconsciously establish their own rules of the game, which from the outset admit of no transgression.

All lovers unconsciously establish their own rules of the game, which from the outset admit of no transgression.

You think that just because it's already happened, the past is finished and unchangeable? Oh no, the past is cloaked in multicolored taffeta and every time we look at it we see a different hue.

The purpose of the poetry is not to dazzle us with an astonishing thought, but to make one moment of existence unforgettable and worthy of unbearable nostalgia.

No one can give anyone else the gift of the idyll; only an animal can do so, because only animals were not expelled from Paradise. The love between dog and man is idyllic. It knows no conflicts, no hair-raising scenes; it knows no development.

The longing for order is at the same time a longing for death, because life is an incessant disruption of order.

Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short.