And when you are dead, what will you have?
A fine tomb out in the country, and lights, and crowns, and some masses--but you will not get the woman you love.

It is not love that consumes you.

It is imagination.

You imagine that you are going to die, and unless you recover from this, you probably will.
With your temperament, the best thing you can do is to come with me to Sicily and forget all about Donna Veronica Serra.

No woman would ever look at a man who loves as you do.