What a void is the absence of the being who alone fill the world! To love is the only thing that can occupy and fill up eternity. The infinite requires the inexhaustible.
O Love! Adorations! Light of two minds that understand each other, of two hearts interchanged, of two glances that interpenetrate.
God can add nothing o the happiness of those who love one another, but to give the unending duration. After a life of love, an eternity of love is a superabundance, indeed; but to intensify the ineffable felicity that love gives to the soul in this world is impossible, even for God. God is the plenitude of heaven; love is the plentitude of man.
You look at a star for two reasons, because it is luminous and because it is impenetrable. You have at your side a softer radiance and a greater mystery, woman.
When love has dissolved and mingled two beings into an angelic sacred unity, the secret of life is found for them; they are then but the two terms of a single destiny; they are then but the two wings of a single spirit. Love, soar!
The day that a women walking past sheds a light on you as she goes, you are lost, you love. You have then only one thing left to do: to think of her so earnestly that she will be compelled to think of you.
If you are stone, be loadstone, if you are plant, be sensitive, if you are man, be love.
Oh, to be laid side by side in the same tomb, hand clasped in hand, and from time to time, in the darkness, to caress a finger gently, that would be enough for my eternity.
You who suffer because you love, love still more. To die of love is to live by it.
Love. A somber starry transfiguration is mingled with this torture. There is ecstasy in the agony.
Love is a celestial breathing of the air of paradise.
What a great thing, to be loved! What a greater thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic through passion. It is no longer composed of anything but what is pure; it no longer rests on anything but what is elevated and great. An unworthy thought can no more spring up in it than a nettle on a glacier. The lofty and serene soul, inaccessible to common passions and common emotions, rising above the clouds and shadows of this world, its follies, its falsehoods, its hatreds, its vanities, its miseries, inhabits the blue of the skies, and no longer feels tiny, as the summit of the mountains feels the quaking of the earth.
If no one loved, the sun would go out.
Victor Hugo: Les Miserables Book Four Chapter Five
Have you ever liked someone so much, that you don’t know what to do?
and you feel like you’re in a movie and you hope that you’re the main character that gets the happy ending… but then later on, you realize you’re just the annoying side character that is getting in the way of the true romance.
so many people invest their emotions in others the wrong way… I am one of them.