“Ye who suffer because ye love, love yet more. To die of love, is to live in it.”

“You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love, is to live by it.”

“These two beings, who had loved each other so exclusively, and with so touching a love, and who had lived so long for each other, were now suffering beside one another and through one another; without speaking of it, without harsh feeling, and smiling all the while.”

“The soul that loves and suffers is in the sublime state.”

“The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.”

“To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.”

“To love, or to have loved,—this suffices. Demand nothing more. There is no other pearl to be found in the shadowy folds of life. To love is a fulfilment”