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The great seal of truth is simplicity.
The great seal of truth is simplicity.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
He who knows that enough is enough will always have enough.
He who knows that enough is enough will always have enough.
We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists ... in the loved one, perfection.
We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists ... in the loved one, perfection.
To really know someone is to have loved and hated him in turn.
To really know someone is to have loved and hated him in turn.
Beauty is an outward gift, which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.
Beauty is an outward gift, which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.
The story of a love is not important - what is important is that one is capable of love. It read more
The story of a love is not important - what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.
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.
Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the infinite.
Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the infinite.