It takes three to make love, not two: you, your spouse, and God. Without God people only succeed in bringing out the worst in one another. Lovers who have nothing else to do but love each other soon find there is nothing else. Without a central loyalty life is unfinished.

My love is something valuable to me which I ought not to throw away without reflection.

...because love is continual interrogation. I don't know of a better definition of love.

What made you fall in love with a prostitute?——I didn't understand it myself at the time. But I've thought about it since, and I think it was because, knowing that your body would never be mine alone, I had to concentrate on conquering your soul.

She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair and bed. What he said, what she said, what they did, what they did then. Even the times they argued, fought, parted, agonized, rejoined. How they'd loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?

She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before. And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving. I have loved before, but it didn't feel like this.I have kissed before, but it didn't burn me alive. Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it's an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.

That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.

A true lover never wants anything but gives with all his heart.

In the soul of a lover, it is always spring where flowers of ecstasy are always blooming. Music of love is always playing.

You are the love, the lover, and the beloved.

Love everyone; trust everyone. You might get hurt, but don't fear because a lover has no fear.

If you try to buy love, you will go bankrupt trying to possess it.

All that two lovers want, is to be one with the other in a moment of ecstasy.

Through sexual intimacy, two human beings become one mind, body and soul wrapped up in the cocoon of their skin.

When a woman wants your attention, she uses her smile. When she wants your wallet, she uses her charm. When she wants your heart, she uses her touch. When she wants your soul, she uses her kiss.

One of the main roots of ungodliness is being a lover of pleasure more than a lover of God.

A lover becomes a light when he or she enlightens world of someone.

When you are in love, you always want to be with your lover.

My love, you are always on my mind and heart.