The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

Ama me fideliter!
Fidem meam noto:
De corde totaliter
Et ex mente tota,
Sum presentialiter
Absens in remota."
Lat: "Love read more

Ama me fideliter!
Fidem meam noto:
De corde totaliter
Et ex mente tota,
Sum presentialiter
Absens in remota."
Lat: "Love me faithfully!/See how I am faithful:/With all my heart/And all my soul/I am with you/Though I am far away. - Carmina Burana, "Omnia Sol Temperat".

Carve your name in hearts, not marble.

Carve your name in hearts, not marble.

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.

It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tost upon the sea: a pleasure to read more

It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tost upon the sea: a pleasure to stand in the window of a castle, and to see a battle and the adventures thereof below: but no pleasure is comparable to standing upon the vantage ground of truth... and to see the errors, and wanderings, and mists, and tempests, in the vale below.

Feelings are everywhere -- be gentle.

Feelings are everywhere -- be gentle.

Love is only the game that is not called on account of darkness.

Love is only the game that is not called on account of darkness.

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.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.