I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there’s a lot of difference.

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.

We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.

When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

Why, darling, I don’t live at all when I’m not with you.