If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were. Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness. One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. That word is love.
what is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love. It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.