We accept the love we think we deserve.
True Love Is Born from Hard Times.
To lose balance sometimes for love is part of living a balanced life.
Think of nothing but to love me, think of nothing but to please me.[Ne songez qu’à m’aimer, ne songez qu’à me plaire.]
There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time.
There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it.
Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way.
Then let amorous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred, and a Thousand more.
The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places. But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.
The word “love” has not at all the same meaning for both sexes, and this is a source of the grave misunderstandings that separate them.
The mother-child relationship is paradoxical and, in a sense, tragic. It requires the most intense love on the mother’s side, and yet this very love must help the child to grow away from the mother, and to become fully independent.
The more I love humanity in general, the less I love man in particular.[Чем больше я люблю человечество вообще, тем меньше я люблю людей в частности.]
