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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.
Understanding brings control.
Understanding brings control.
In necessary things, unity; in doubtful things, liberty; in all things, charity.
In necessary things, unity; in doubtful things, liberty; in all things, charity.
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.
A total commitment is paramount to reaching the ultimate in performance.
A total commitment is paramount to reaching the ultimate in performance.
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.
Secret admirers make us believe things about ourselves that we always hoped were true.
Secret admirers make us believe things about ourselves that we always hoped were true.
Passion costs me too much to bestow it on every trifle.
Passion costs me too much to bestow it on every trifle.
Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn read more
Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.
