We are born of love; Love is our mother.

We love even when our love is not requited.

Love is the reason you were born.

When someone beats a rug,
the blows are not against the rug,
but against the dust in it.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere; they have lived within each other for ages.

When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
Praise God for those two insomnias!
And the difference between them.