Yearn to understand first and to be understood second.

Yearn to understand first and to be understood second.

Love is like a balloon.. when you push your relationship with someone forward it is like blowing up the balloon. read more

Love is like a balloon.. when you push your relationship with someone forward it is like blowing up the balloon. If you blow too hard and too fast, the balloon pops and likewise the relationship breaks. But if you take things slowly and let the balloon of love stretch on its own, it grows into a huge, prosperous balloon, full of love. Also, if you don't push the relationship at all, or at least hold it at the same level it was at, the air will flow out of the balloon, deflating it, and your love will shrivel up and become flat & lifeless. So when you are in love, push the relationship forward slowly and gently and the balloon will grow comfortably into a strong, immense love.

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.

That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as read more

That in the beginning when the world was young there were a great many thoughts but no such thing as truth. Man made the truths himself and each truth was a composite of a great many vague thoughts. All about in the world were truths and they were all beautiful.

Beauty can't amuse you, but brainwork -- reading, writing, thinking--can.

Beauty can't amuse you, but brainwork -- reading, writing, thinking--can.

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

Never marry a man who hates his mother, because he'll end up hating you.

Never marry a man who hates his mother, because he'll end up hating you.

Mortal love is when sensuality is satisfied. True love is when love is sacrificed.

Mortal love is when sensuality is satisfied. True love is when love is sacrificed.

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.