“Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you”
Pablo Neruda
“What we love we shall grow to resemble”
Bernard of Clairvaux
“The supreme happiness in life is the assurance of being loved;
Of being loved for oneself, even in spite of oneself.”
Les Miserables