There is always a patch of blue sky to lovers, although the rest of the world may see nothing but their umbrellas. - Victor Hugo

He found that man needs affection, that life without a warming love is but a dry wheel, creaking and grating as it turns.

Love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves. All human destiny is this dilemma. This dilemma, destruction or salvation, no fate proposes more inexorably than love. Love is life, if it is not death. Cradle; coffin, too. The same sentiment says yes and no in the human heart. Of all the things God has made, the human heart is the one that sheds most light, and alas! most night.

What a great thing, to be loved! What a greater thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic though passion…if no one loved, the sun would go out.