One does silly things when one is twelve.

Her eyes in the half-light suggested night and violets, and for a moment he stirred again to that half-forgotten remoteness of the afternoon.

Young love-making--that gossamer web! Even the points it clings to--the things whence its subtle interlacing are swung--are scarcely perceptible; momentary touches of finger-tips, meetings of rays from blue and dark orbs, unfinished phrases, lightest changes of cheek and lip, faintest tremors. The web itself is made of spontaneous beliefs and indefinable joys, yearnings of one life to another, visions of completeness, indefinite trust.

Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse him for having the grace of a cat and deft, cool hands. And now I am having the same argument on paper that I have in my own head on too many nights. I know my choice is sensible, but it isn't my common sense I think with, those times Rosto's stolen a kiss from me.

I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can't love and do nothing.

Infatuation is not quite the same thing as love it's more like love's shady second cousin who's always borrowing money and can't hold down a job.

My love affair with (him) had a wonderful element of romance to it, which I will always cherish. But it was not an infatuation, and here's how I can tell: because I did not demand that he become my Great Emancipator or my Source of All Life, nor did I immediately vanish into that man's chest cavity like a twisted, unrecognizable, parasitical homonculus. During our long period of courtship, I remained intact within my own personality, and I allowed myself to meet (him) for who he was.

I think it is all a matter of love the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes

The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.

Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those.

What she had realized was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst.

Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again.Hell, I said, I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?Yes. I want to ruin you.Good, I said. That's what I want too.

Walking towards love is wiser than falling into it.

Where do you see conflict in this world? Only where there is infatuation (attachment).

Where there is asakti [infatuation], there accusations cannot refrain from happening. That is indeed the nature of asakti [infatuation].

As long as parmanus (subatomic particles) match, there is oneness, and then it turns into revenge (vengeance). Wherever there is infatuation, there will indeed be revenge there.

The world believes —asakti' [infatuation, attraction of atoms] to be love and (then) become confused. Woman has some work from men and men has some work from women. All this has arisen because of work (expectations). If work does not get completed, all within will complain and form an attack. Not for even a second has anyone become one's own. Only the Gnani Purush [the enlightened one] will become yours. That is why the Lord has said, —Every living being is an orphan'.

If you blame gravity for falling in love, even God has the right to laugh at you.

Love is the only criminal who, after stealing your heart, convinces you to celebrate her.

Passion will warm you for days, infatuation will warm you for months, but love will set you on fire for a lifetime.