Love is the emblem of eternity: it confounds all notion of time: effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead.

Our first and last love is self-love.

Paranoia is just a kind of awareness, and awareness is just a form of love.

You’re the one I love to love, hate to hate, love to hate and hate to love.

I can’t stop thinking about you, today… tomorrow… always.

You’re that part of me I’ll always need.

Hate is not the opposite of love; apathy is.