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Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.
The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.
Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.
Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love.
What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking read more
What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking time? Most of our being is at rest, unlived. In passion, the body and the spirit seek expression outside of self. Passion is all that is other from self. Sex is only interesting when it releases passion. The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.
We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
Pleasure is a necessary reciprocal. No one feels, who does not at the same time give it. To be pleased, read more
Pleasure is a necessary reciprocal. No one feels, who does not at the same time give it. To be pleased, one must please. What pleases you in others, will in general please them in you.
We can do not great things - only small things with great love.
We can do not great things - only small things with great love.
You learn to put your emotional luggage where it will do some good, instead of using it to shit on read more
You learn to put your emotional luggage where it will do some good, instead of using it to shit on other people, or blow up aeroplanes.
Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty --excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable read more
Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty --excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable --should persist after the beauty was gone.
