الحب لا يمكن تفسيره، ولا يمكن إلا معايشته واختباره. ومع أن الحب لا يمكن تفسيره فهو يفسر كل شيء. - Elif Şafak

The chemistry of mind is different from the chemistry of love. The mind is careful, suspicious, he advances little by little. He advices “Be careful, protect yourself” Whereas love says “Let yourself, go!” The mind is strong, never fells down, while love hurts itself, fells into ruins. But isn’t it in ruins that we mostly find the treasures? A broken heart hides so many treasures.

Ways of loving from a distance, mating without even touching-Amor platonicus! The ladder of love one is expected to climb higher and higher, elating the Self and the Other. Plato clearly regards any actual physical contact as corrupt and ignoble because he thinks the true goal of Eros is beauty. Is there no beauty in sex? Not according to Plato. He is after `more sublime pursuits.' But if you ask me, I think Plato's problem, like those of many others, was that he never got splendidly laid.

"إن عشاق الله لا ينفذ صبرهم مطلقاً، لأنهم يعرفون أنه لكي يصبح الهلال بدراً، فهو يحتاج إلى وقت".