If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I. – Michel de Montaigne

You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh, but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry. – Author Unknown

[M]y inexperienced heart was stormed. I… for a week or so lived on thought and tea. But who has not fasted thus long when first absorbed by the universal passion! – “Diary of a Surgeon,” in The Library of Fiction, or Family Story-Teller; consist

Love is the poetry of the senses. РHonor̩ de Balzac