Romantics value intensity over stability. Realists value security over passion. But both are often disappointed, for few people can live happily at either extreme.

If you start to feel that you have given up too many parts of yourself to be with your partner, then one day you will end up looking for another person in order to reconnect with those lost parts.

Love enjoys knowing everything about you; desire needs mystery.

Trouble looms when monogamy is no longer a free expression of loyalty but a form of enforced compliance.

Mystery is not always about travelling to new places, it is about looking with new eyes.

It’s hard to feel attracted to someone who has abandoned her sense of autonomy.

Love is a vessel that contains both security and adventure, and commitment offers one of the great luxuries of life: time. Marriage is not the end of romance, it is the beginning.

There is no neediness in desire ... there is no caretaking in desire. Caretaking is mightily loving, [but] it's a powerful anti-aphrodisiac.

When we seek the gaze of another, it isn't always our partner we're turning away from, but the person we have ourselves become.

Love rests on two pillars: surrender and autonomy. Our need for togetherness exists alongside our need for separateness.

It's our imagination that's responsible for love, not the other person.

Politics is for the moment and equation is for eternity.

When DVDs finally disappear, I'm going to be sad. I'll miss the commentaries.

And never have I felt so deeply at one and the same time so detached from myself and so present in the world.

Every period ruled by mystics was an era of stagnation and want, when most men were on strike against existence.

I've been waiting 13 years for justice.

The hand opens to the word, opens to distance.

If I could have any job I would be a cat... but that's not something I'm supposed to talk about in public.

When you love someone very much, you'd have to go through every tear, every heartache, every pain. Cause in the end, it's not how much you suffered but how you loved.

To be more precise it was the color of heartache.

That is beautiful which is produced by the inner need, which springs from the soul.