Surely the saddest thing in the world is falling out of love - if once one has ever fallen in.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor even touched, but just felt in the heart.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
All that remains to us when love and glory are over, when adventures and passions have faded into the past, is but a deeper and ever-deepening sense of the infinite; and if we have not that within us, then are we destitute indeed.
I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.
I cannot eat, I cannot drink; the pleasures of youth and love are fled away: there was a good time once, but now that is gone, and life is no longer life.
In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
This is from my heart, to thank you for everything you have done for me, for all the times I forgot to tell you how I feel about you and how happy I am that you are in my life.