There is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not
Human Love... It is that extra creation that stands hurt and baffled at the place of death. Being human, wanting children and sunlight and breath to go on, forever
An act of love that fails is just as much a part of the divine life as an act of love that succeeds, for love is measured by fullness, not by reception
Great passions, my dear, don't exist: they're liars fantasies. What do exist are little loves that may last for a short or a longer while
The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe
When once estrangement has arisen between those who truly love each other, everything seems to widen the breach
Love makes time pass, time makes love pass
Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few
But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with
What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us
Indifference is the strongest force in the universe. It makes everything it touches meaningless. Love and hate don't stand a chance against it
She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her
The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they're still alive
My heart is a red rose. When happy, it sparkles brillianly. When sad it bleeds and forms a dark puddle under it. When my heart dies, the soft fragile petals fall. So you might want to put your rose in a vase
Love cures people, both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it
The fear of making permanent commitments can change the mutual love of husband and wife into two loves of self-two loves existing side by side, until they end in separation
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not
What love we've given, we'll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity
Great passions, my dear, don't exist: they're liars fantasies. What do exist are little loves that may last for a short or a longer while
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation
There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much
Love is never wanting to lose faith, never wanting to give up, and never truly moving on. Love is knowing and praying in the deepest part of what's left of your heart that they feel the same
Love is an expression and assertion of self-esteem, a response to one's own values in the person of another. One gains a profoundly personal, selfish joy from the mere existence of the person one loves. It is one's own personal, selfish happiness that one seeks, earns, and derives from love.
I would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether
Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are
We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together
Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love
A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from beginning another
Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so
A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth, with the fire dead, the laughter stilled and the light extinguished
Pushing away doesn't cause things to come together, all it causes is for things to be pushed away
There is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not
