Suffering occurs when we want other people to love us in the way we imagine we want to be loved, and not in the way that love should manifest itself--free and untrammeled, guiding us with its force and driving us on.

Boredom is not in the world, but in the way we see the world.

At every moment of our lives, we all have one foot in a fairy tale and the other in the abyss.

An awareness of death encourages us to live more intensely.

Love was a feeling completely bound up with color, like thousands of rainbows superimposed one on top of the other.

We could go back to the time when we first met: a man in emotional tatters over someone who had left him, and a woman madly in love with her neighbor. I could repeat what I said to you once: 'I'm going to fight to the bitter end.' Well, I fought and I lost, and now I'll just have to lick my wounds and leave.

Love lasts because it changes and not because it stays the same and never faces any challenges.