Could it be that first love was the only true love? And that after those first fires had been doused or burned out, men and women chose whom they would love based on worldly needs, and then reenacted the rituals and feelings of that first pure experience - nursed the flames that once burned of their own accord

Dreamers conquered the world long ago.

Every moment is the paradox of now or never.

When somebody leaves this plane—or, if you like, goes into another room—those left behind sometimes try and stop loving—but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you’re ruined.

I suppose the key to a good life is to gently overlook the truth and hope that at any moment we can all be reborn.

Love requires imagination more than experience.

I think anyone can fall in love, if you're open and you're willing, but the real test is sustaining it after all the excitement has worn off.