It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tost upon the sea: a pleasure to stand in the window of a castle, and to see a battle and the adventures thereof below: but no pleasure is comparable to standing upon the vantage ground of truth... and to see the errors, and wanderings, and mists, and tempests, in the vale below.
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Love is like a balloon.. when you push your relationship with someone forward it is like blowing up the balloon. If you blow too hard and too fast, the balloon pops and likewise the relationship breaks. But if you take things slowly and let the balloon of love stretch on its own, it grows into a huge, prosperous balloon, full of love. Also, if you don't push the relationship at all, or at least hold it at the same level it was at, the air will flow out of the balloon, deflating it, and your love will shrivel up and become flat & lifeless. So when you are in love, push the relationship forward slowly and gently and the balloon will grow comfortably into a strong, immense love.
Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never.
Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never.
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.".
The closer I'm bound in love to you, the closer I am to free.
The closer I'm bound in love to you, the closer I am to free.
Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.
Between truth and the search for it, I choose the second.
The entire sum of existence is the magic of being needed by just one person.
The entire sum of existence is the magic of being needed by just one person.
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.
The aura of the theocratic death penalty for adultery still clings to America, even outside New England, and multiple divorce, read more
The aura of the theocratic death penalty for adultery still clings to America, even outside New England, and multiple divorce, which looks to the European like serial polygamy, is the moral solution to the problem of the itch. Love comes into it too, of course, but in Europe we tend to see marital love as an eternity which encompasses hate and also indifference: when we promise to love we really mean that we promise to honor a contract. Americans, seeming to take marriage with not enough seriousness, are really taking love and sex with too much.
