Sex is the last refuge of the miserable.
As far as I know, you can fancy someone, you can enjoy their company or you can wish them well. But what being in love is, I don't know.
Whenever we confront an unbridled desire we are surely in the presence of a tragedy-in-the-making.
I don't think I have a tragic demeanor.
You must stop this interview now as I have come to end of my personality.
Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone - but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.