He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.
- Leo Tolstoy

When love is not madness, it is not love.
- Pedro Calderon de la Barca

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
- George Moore:)