“Loneliness is emptiness, but happiness is you.”

“Beneath the stains of time the feeling disappears, you are someone else I am still right here.”

“Man’s love is of man’s life a part; it is a woman’s whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.”

“I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions.”

“Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.”

“Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.”

“Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.”

“Friendship is Love without his wings!”

“Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.” – Lord Byron

“The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.”

“Absence – that common cure of love.”

“Lovers may be – and indeed generally are – enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.”

“Who loves, raves.”

“’Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.”

“For those who are poor in happiness, each time is a first time; happiness never becomes a habit.”

“It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You’re not alone.”

“A man is more frank and sincere with his emotions than a woman. We girls, I’m afraid, have a tendency to hide our feelings.”

“I have feelings too. I am still human. All I want is to be loved, for myself and for my talent.” -Marilyn Monroe

“Fear is stronger than love, remember that. Fear is stronger than love. All that love I gave didn’t mean nothing when it came to fear.”

However wretched I may feel, I want to prolong the agony as long as possible. All my patients are like that. And so are those who are morally diseased..

“Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination. “

“Our character is composed of our ideas and our feelings: and, since it has been proved that we give ourselves neither feelings nor ideas, our character does not depend on us. If it did depend on us, there is nobody who would not be perfect. If one does not reflect, one thinks oneself master of everything; but when one does reflect, one realizes that one is master of nothing.”

To harbor spiteful feelings against ordinary people for not being heroes is possible only for narrow-minded or embittered man.

It's very hard, feeling that you're no more than a piece of unwanted furniture in this world.