“I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases.....”

“They can cut all the flowers, but they can't stop the spring...”

“Sonnet XVIII do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul.I love you as the plant that never bloomsbut carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you,so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. ”

“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”

“I love you as one loves certain dark things.”

“In this part of the story I am the one whodies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.”

“Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.”