I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.
To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life.
If we can say, "I loved, and I received a lot of love," then great. That's enough.
To love or have loved is all-sufficing. We must not ask for more. No other pearl is to be found in the shadowfolds of life. To love is an accomplishment.
The moment love is equated with happiness, it is satisfied — and is no longer love. The satisfied, the happy ones, do not love; they fall asleep in habit, near neighbor to annihilation.
Lovers should not separate from each other after making love without admiring each other, without being conquered as well as conquering, so that no feeling of satiation or desolation arises nor the horrid feeling of misusing or having been misused.
Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining.
The longer the road to love, the keener is the pleasure...
