You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.
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You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my read more
You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.
Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.
Why love if losing hurts so much… I have no answers anymore… only the life I have lived… The pain read more
Why love if losing hurts so much… I have no answers anymore… only the life I have lived… The pain now is part of the happiness (then).
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All I really, really want our love to do is to bring out the best in me and in you too.
She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned
romance as she grew older - the natural read more
She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned
romance as she grew older - the natural sequence of an unnatural
beginning.
This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected-in so far as it could be read more
This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected-in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.
To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That read more
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what world calls a romance.
