“It was a love of perpetual flight.”

“I ask myself how I could give in to this perpetual vertigo that I in fact provoked and feared. I floated among erratic clouds and talked to myself in front of the mirror in the vain hope of confirming who I was. My delirium was so great that during a student demonstration complete with rocks and bottles, I had to make an enormous effort not to lead it as I held up a sign that would sanctify my truth: I am mad with love.”

“and it was always without pretensions of loving or being loved although always in the hope of finding something that resembled love but without the problems of love.”

“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.”

“Hildebranda had a universal conception of love, and she believed that whatever happened to one love affected all other loves throughout the world.”

“Love was always love anytine anyplace but it was more solid the closer it came to death .”

“She belived that whatever happened to one love affected other loves throught the world .”