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Passion costs me too much to bestow it on every trifle.
Passion costs me too much to bestow it on every trifle.
To understand is to perceive patterns.
To understand is to perceive patterns.
A kind and compassionate act is often its own reward.
A kind and compassionate act is often its own reward.
One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love -- any love -- reveals us in read more
One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love -- any love -- reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
The greatest happiness of life it the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in read more
The greatest happiness of life it the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more read more
I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.
Pleasure is a necessary reciprocal. No one feels, who does not at the same time give it. To be pleased, read more
Pleasure is a necessary reciprocal. No one feels, who does not at the same time give it. To be pleased, one must please. What pleases you in others, will in general please them in you.
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.
