Hannah Arendt for Martin Heidegger:
For already early in her life, strangeness and tenderness threatened to become inseparable. Tenderness meant shy, reticent affection, not surrendering, but a probing that was caress, joy, and surprise at strange forms.
Her independence and idiosyncrasy were actually based in a true passion she had conceived for anything odd. Thus, she was used to seeing something noteworthy even in what was apparently most natural and banal; indeed, when the simplicity and ordinariness of life struck her to the core, it did not occur to her, upon reflection, or even emotionally, that anything she experienced could be banal, a worthless nothing that the rest of the world took for granted and that was no longer worthy of comment.
Martin Heidegger for Hannah Arendt:
Thank you for your letters - for how you have accepted me into your love - beloved. Do you know that this is the most difficult thing a human is given to endure? For anything else, there are methods, aids, limits, and understanding - here alone everything means: to be in one's love = to be forced into one's innermost existence. Amo means volo, ut sis, Augustine once said: I love you - I want you to be what you are.
Letters, 1925-1975, Hannah Arendt and Martin Heidegger, Andrew Shields (trad). Harcourt Books: 2004.