“Loving is almost a substitute for thinking. Love is a burning forgetfulness of all other things. How shall we ask passion to be logical?”

“those times i burned my guitar it was like a sacrifice. we all burn things we love. i love my guitar”

“How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.”

“The passionate love of Right, the burning hate of Wrong.”

“In their first passion, women love their lovers; in all the others, they love love.”

“In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.”

“If any man loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. All that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, the pride of life, it's not of the Father, it's of the world. The world passeth away. It's all going to be gone. It's all going to burn. Do you know how much Howard Hughes left behind when he died? All of it, every penny. You're going to do the very same thing. Don't invest your life in things that are going to burn. The last thing we need to do, almost last thing, listen for the trumpet.”

“We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.”

“The logic of love, is to have no logic at all.”

“You can’t substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship. Money is not a substitute for tenderness, and power is not a substitute for tenderness.”