“You have no choice. You must leave your ego on the doorstep before you enter love.”

“Lisbon, to me, is the Lisbon of Pessoa. Just like London is Woolfs, or rather, Mrs. Dalloways. Barcelona is Gaud's and Rome is da Vincis. You see them in every crevice and hear their echoes in ever...”

“I dont want to be remembered for my work. I want to be remembered for my love.”

“This is a day of celebration!Today, we are divorcing the pastand marrying the present.Dance,and you will find Godin every room.Today, we are divorcing resentmentand marrying forgiveness.Sing,and Go...”

“You know how it goes:at some point in your life, you fell in love with someone and had a glimpse of God.Then you abandoned life and loverand started celebratingyour love for God.”

“Of course, I am religious.I worship love.”

“You have no choice. You must leave your ego on the doorstep before you enter love.”

“Define yourself radically as one beloved by God. This is the true self. Every other identity is illusion.”

“As Venus within Eros does not really aim at pleasure, so Eros does not aim at happiness. We may think he does, but when he is brought to the test it proves otherwise... For it is the very mark of E...”

“Spring is a time to make up a big bouquet of flowers for someone you love, or are trying to love, or are in love with.”

“Lets not wait until the light fades into irreparable loss, but lets stay in the loop and pursue the momentous flow of daily little wonders, since life kindly tenders us gorgeous bouquets of sparkli...”

“My mom would spy by satellite, turning down the air conditioning, colder and colder, with a tapping keystroke via her wireless connection, chilling that house, that one room, meat locker cold, ski-...”

“I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.”

“I stopped in front of a florist's window. Behind me, the screeching and throbbing boulevard vanished. Gone, too, were the voices of newspaper vendors selling their daily poisoned flowers. Facing me...”

“Daffy bent down suddenly, and picked a small startled white flower. "Anemone," he said, handing it over; he made her repeat the word until she had it right. "Find me a silk to match that.”