Le dijo que el amor era un sentimiento contra natura, que condenaba a dos desconocidos a una dependencia mezquina e insalubre, tanto más efímera cuanto más intensa.

He said that love was an emotion contra natura that condemned two strangers to a base and unhealthy dependence, and the more intense it was, the more ephemeral.

Seigneur, il m'apparaît parfois que j’ai besoin de son amour pour vous aimer!

O amor nutre-se de sacrifício. Quanto mais a alma se nega as exigências da natureza, tanto mais robusta e abnegada se torna a sua ternura.

I’m afraid of love, because it involves things that are beyond our understanding; it sheds such a brilliant light, but the shadow it casts frightens me.

Love to be real, it must cost — it must hurt — it must empty us of self.

Love can be a very frightening thing.”
“That is why most great love stories are tragedies.

For love must be a very foolish thing to look back upon, when it has brought persons born to affluence into indigence, and laid a generous mind under obligation and dependence.

... los amores son como los imperios: cuando desaparece la idea sobre la cual han sido construidos, perecen ellos también.

Love, love, love – all the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

*It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.*

And besides, we lovers fear everything

But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.

El amor es un castigo. Somos castigados por no haber podido quedarnos solos.