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It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now read more
It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.
That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as read more
That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they were all beautiful.
A woman's life is a history of the affections.
A woman's life is a history of the affections.
Tenderness is a virtue.
Tenderness is a virtue.
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the read more
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
Life has always taken place in a tumult without apparent cohesion, but it only finds its grandeur and its reality read more
Life has always taken place in a tumult without apparent cohesion, but it only finds its grandeur and its reality in ecstasy and in ecstatic love.
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.
Passion costs me too much to bestow it on every trifle.
Passion costs me too much to bestow it on every trifle.
Always when I see a man fond of praise I always think it is because he is an affectionate man read more
Always when I see a man fond of praise I always think it is because he is an affectionate man craving for affection.
