“Well, what had I to say to you ... I loved you! there was no sense in that even before, and less than ever now. Love is a form, and my own form is already breaking up. Better say how lovely you are! And now here you stand, so beautiful ...”

“But for now let me say I love youLater on there'll be time for so much moreBut for now meaning now and foreverLet me kiss you my darling then once moreOnce moreBut for now let me say I love youLater on I must know much more of youBut for now here and now how I love youAs you are in my arms I love youI love youI love you”

“All the time I think I can never love you more than I already do. And then you do something or say something, and I love you more than ever. Like just now. Like now. How is it possible? Can you love someone more and more and at the same time, all the time, love them as much as it's possible to love someone?”

“I thought perhaps that when you told me you did not love me that my own feelings would fall away and atrophy, but they have not. They have grown every day. I love you now more desperately, this moment, than I have ever loved you before, and in an hour I will love you more than that”

“Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them.”

“That's how they say it: He loves you in his own way. Well, what about my way? What if I need for him to love me in my way?”