Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and great each other.

And when suddenly the god stopped her and, with anguish in his cry, uttered the words: ‘He has turned round’ – she comprehended nothing and said softly: ‘Who?

Your preparation for the real world is not in the answers you’ve learned, but in the questions you’ve learned how to ask yourself.

Learn to love the questions themselves.

[A]t bottom, and just in the deepest and most important things, we are unutterably alone, and for one person to be able to advise or even help another, a lot must happen, a lot must go well, a whole constellation of things must come right in order once to succeed.

In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love revive, filling it with sublimity and exaltation.

It was not in me It came and went I wanted to hold it It was held by wine (I no longer know what it was)