“We loved - and it has all gone, somewhere...We loved - and now our love is frozen,and now it lies, one wing spread out, raisingits little feet - a dead sparrow on the dampgravel... But we loved... we flew...”

“At first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. What we should fear and dread, of course, is that we won't stop loving them, even after they're dead and gone.”

“I think now, looking back, that we all die, little by little, as each of those we love departs before us.”

“Perhaps because the origins of a certain kind of love lie in an impulse to escape ourselves and out weaknesses by an alliance with the beautiful and noble. But if the loved ones love us back, we are forced to return to ourselves, and are hence reminded of the things that had driven us into love in the first place. Perhaps it was not love we wanted after all, perhaps it was simply someone in whom to believe, but how can we continue to believe the the beloved now that they believe in us?”

“We are fated to love one another; we hardly exist outside our love, we are just animals without it, with a birth and a death and constant fear between. Our love has lifted us up, out of the dreadfulness of merely living.”

“We are now parents. The love for our offspring has opened up fresh fountains of love for each other. Edwin Stanton to his wife.”