“Love is like the moon: if it's not waxing, it's waning, but it's the same as the last time, always the same.”
“Each "way of thinking" has its own shape and color, which wax and wane like the moon.”
“The love of God is like himself – equal, constant, not capable of augmentation or diminution; our love is like ourselves – unequal, increasing, waning, growing, declining. His, like the sun, always the same in its light, though a cloud may sometimes interpose; ours, as the moon, has its enlargements and straightenings.”
“But even when the moon looks like it's waning...it's actually never changing shape. Don't ever forget that.”
“and yet a child’s utter innocence is but its blank ignorance, and the innocence more or less wanes as intelligence waxes.”
“I'll never fall in love again... it's like having two souls at the same time.”