One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.

The one you love and the one who The one you love and the one who loves youyou are never, ever the same person.

Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.