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A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave himself up for her. [Ephesians 5:25].
Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ also loved the church and gave himself up for her. [Ephesians 5:25].
Mortal love is when sensuality is satisfied. True love is when love is sacrificed.
Mortal love is when sensuality is satisfied. True love is when love is sacrificed.
The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.
The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.
 Nunc scio quit sit amor."
Lat., "Now I know what love is.  
 Nunc scio quit sit amor."
Lat., "Now I know what love is. 
Love is just a word until it is proven to you.
Love is just a word until it is proven to you.
By starving emotions we become humorless, rigid and stereotyped; by repressing them we become literal, reformatory and holier-than-thou; encouraged, they read more
By starving emotions we become humorless, rigid and stereotyped; by repressing them we become literal, reformatory and holier-than-thou; encouraged, they perfume life; discouraged, they poison it.
It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual read more
It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.
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.