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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. We
are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a
happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.
Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a
love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage
and then turn down their flames. A
man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose
company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in
whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason
in madness.
Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern,
like bad wallpaper. Love
is a driver, bitter and fierce if you fight and resist him, 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.
Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Love
makes the time pass. Time makes love pass. Love
is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; it is the
principal means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and
women throughout the greater part of their lives. Love
is a spirit of all compact of fire. Love
looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; Love
sought is good, but given unsought, is better. The
course of true love never did run smooth. They
do not love that do not show their love. We
cease loving ourselves if no one loves us. 'Tis
better to have loved and lost
There is no remedy for love but to love more. If
so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of
love. Love
has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the
faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the
same. Love
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