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Love isn't an emotion or an instinct--it's an art.
Love isn't an emotion or an instinct--it's an art.
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.'
Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.
Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.
Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought read more
Beauty is desired in order that it may be befouled; not for its own sake, but for the joy brought by the certainty of profaning it.
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.
Tell me who admires you and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.
Tell me who admires you and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.
Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never.
Friendship often ends in love; but love in friendship - never.
