Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.
Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.
Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.
I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.
Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.