I just need enough to tide me over until I need more.

I just need enough to tide me over until I need more.

We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first.

We always believe our first love is our last, and our last love our first.

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking read more

What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking time? Most of our being is at rest, unlived. In passion, the body and the spirit seek expression outside of self. Passion is all that is other from self. Sex is only interesting when it releases passion. The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.

If you judge people, you have no time to love them.

If you judge people, you have no time to love them.

Love and marriage, love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage. Dad was told by mother. You can't read more

Love and marriage, love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage. Dad was told by mother. You can't have one without the other.

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.

Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit, to become delightful happiness must be tainted with poison.

Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit, to become delightful happiness must be tainted with poison.

Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you.".

Immature love says: "I love you because I need you." Mature love says: "I need you because I love you.".

If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.

If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.