This sort of quiet gazing, which was like a feeding of the heart... - Iris Murdoch

You don't understand people like me, like us, the other ones. You're like a bird that flies in the air, a fish that swims in the sea. You move, you look about you, you want things. There are others who live on earth and move just a little and don't look —

Love is the extremely difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

(I think I fell in love with you when you were shouting at Romeo and Juliet, 'Don't touch each other!')