You May Also Like / View all maxioms
I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more read more
I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love.
Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give -- read more
Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's what you are expected to give -- which is everything.
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with read more
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.
I spent a lot of time with a crown on my head. [On her beauty pageant days].
I spent a lot of time with a crown on my head. [On her beauty pageant days].
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
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.
Music is love in search of a word.
Music is love in search of a word.
Carve your name in hearts, not marble.
Carve your name in hearts, not marble.
For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of read more
For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of pleasure, assuage what I find of pain.