Love remains a secret even when spoken, for only a true lover truly knows that he is loved.

Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these. She a window flower. And he a winter breeze.

It is true: we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving.

There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.

I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things; then I shall be one of those who makes things beautiful. Amor fati: let that be my love henceforth!

Whatever is done for love always occurs beyond good and evil.