Love is a contradiction if there is no God. - Miguel de Unamuno

- И това ако не е метафизика!
- А какво е любовта, ако не метафизика?
- Какво говориш?
- Особено при теб. Защото в твоя случай цялата ти влюбеност е само церебрална, или както се казва, тя съществува само там вътре, в главата ти.

There is no true love save in suffering, and in this world we have to choose either love, which is suffering, or happiness. And love leads us to no other happiness than that of love itself and its tragic consolation of uncertain hope. The moment love becomes happy and satisfied, it no longer desires and it is no longer love. The satisfied, the happy, do not love; they fall asleep in habit, near neighbor to annihilation. To fall into a habit is to begin to cease to be. We are the more — that is the more divine — the greater our capacity for suffering, or rather, for anguish.

Beneath the current of our existence and within it, there is another current flowing in the opposite direction. In this life we go from yesterday to tomorrow, but there we go from tomorrow to yesterday. The web of life is being woven and unraveled at the same time. And from time to time we get breaths and vapors and even mysterious murmurs from that other world, from that interior of our own world. The inner heart of history is a counter-history; it is a process which inverts the course of history. The subterranean river flows from the sea and back to its source.