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I don't know, I guess I figured out that in a relationship you can't choose when you want to like read more
I don't know, I guess I figured out that in a relationship you can't choose when you want to like this person or that one...you're in a relationship for a reason and you need to stick with it or give it up. And I'm not ready to give it up.
We conceal it from ourselves in vain-- we must always love something. In those matters seemingly removed from love, the read more
We conceal it from ourselves in vain-- we must always love something. In those matters seemingly removed from love, the feeling is secretly to be found, and man cannot possibly live for a moment without it.
A man must love a thing very much if he not only practices it without any hope of fame and read more
A man must love a thing very much if he not only practices it without any hope of fame and money, but even... without any hope of doing it well.
Love is supreme and unconditional; like is nice but limited.
Love is supreme and unconditional; like is nice but limited.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, read more
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.rn
Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.rn
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, read more
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.
If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.
If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.
Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
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Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
Endless torments dwell above thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!
