“I need to write about love. I need to think and think and write about love-otherwise, my soul won’t survive.”
“A love that asks for nothing and gives nothing in return; it is simply there. I will never be yours and you will never be mine; nevertheless, I can honestly say: I love you.”
“What's so special about me?" There isn't anything specialabout you, at least, nothing I can put my finger on. And yet and here's the mystery of life - Ican't think of anything else.”
“I receive your love and I give you mine. Not the love of a man for a woman, not the love of a father for a child, not the love of God for his creatures. But a love with no name and no explanation like a river that cannot explain why it follows a particular course, but simply flows onwards. A love that asks for nothing and gives nothing in return; it is simply there. I will never be yours and you will never be mine; nevertheless, I can honestly say: I love you”
“I start to think that I'm losing the love I have without having yet won the love I hope to win.”
“What made you fall in love with a prostitute?”“I didn’t understand it myself at the time. But I’ve thought about it since, and I think it was because, knowing that your body would never be mine alone, I had to concentrate on conquering your soul.”