I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.
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Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the read more
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.
In science as in love, too much concentration on technique can often lead to impotence. No matter what, no matter read more
In science as in love, too much concentration on technique can often lead to impotence. No matter what, no matter where, it's always home, if love is there.
Trying to make someone fall in love with you is about as pointless as trying to control who you fall read more
Trying to make someone fall in love with you is about as pointless as trying to control who you fall in love with.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,rnAnd therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,rnAnd therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
The greatest pleasure of life is love.
The greatest pleasure of life is love.
Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.
Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.
A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself read more
A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.
At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.
At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
