“Love on the decline is hard to tell from love on the rise.” [From 'The Lady from Lucknow']”
“A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.”
“Love is as strong as death, as hard as Hell. Death separates the soul from the body, but love separates all things from the soul.”
“Love falls to earth, rises from the ground, pools around the afflicted. Love pulls people back to their feet. Bodies and souls are fed. Bones and lives heal. New blades of grass grow from charred soil. The sun rises.”
“That kind of devotion, that kind of sacrifice, came from a deeply selfless soul. It came from someone who loved hard and loved forever.”
“When my love comes back from the ladies' room, will I be too old to care?”