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What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy -- and that is life.
Wicked men obey from fear; good men, from love.
Our happiness in this world depends on the affections we are able to inspire.
Love is the beauty of the soul.
Paradoxically, we fail to disclose ourselves to other people because we want so much to be loved. Because we feel that way we present ourselves as someone we think can be loved and accepted, and we conceal whatever would mar that image. Another reason we hide is to protect ourselves from change. . . Still another reason we don't disclose ourselves is that we were never taught how. . . Personal ambitions and economic pressures also give us powerful reasons for concealing what we really are. . . All of us hide behind the iron curtain of our public selves. . . Men hide what prevents them from seeming strong and masculine. . . Disclosure is so important (because) without it we really cannot know ourselves. Or to put it another way, we learn to deceive ourselves while we are trying to deceive others. For example, if I never express my sorrow, my love, my joy, I'll smother those feelings in myself until I almost forget they were once part of me.
God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.
When a man and a woman have an overwhelming passion for each other, it seems to me, in spite of such obstacles dividing them as parents or husband, that they belong to each other in the name of Nature, and are lovers by Divine right, in spite of human convention or the laws.
Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?
A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all. Circumspection and devotion are a contradiction in terms.
The more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her.
Scratch a lover, and find a foe.
Between lovers a little confession is a dangerous thing.
It is easier to keep half a dozen lovers guessing than to keep one lover after he has stopped guessing.
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. Other women cloy the appetites they feed, but she makes hungry where most she satisfies.
We that are true lovers run into strange capers.
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
The one who loves least controls the relationship.
There's nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It's a thing no married man knows anything about.
I do not love you

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

that this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched.
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.
Lovers should also have their days off.
In real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.
The chief danger in life is that you may take too many precautions.
To withdraw is not to run away, and to stay is no wise action, when there's more reason to fear than to hope.
Be slow of tongue and quick of eye.
Half the failures in life arise from pulling in one's horse as he is leaping.
When a fox preaches, take care of your geese.
Beware of one who has nothing to lose.
If one has to jump a stream and knows how wide it is, he will not jump. If he does not know how wide it is, he will jump, and six times out of ten he will make it.
Beware of silent dogs and still waters.
Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.
It is a good thing to learn caution from the misfortunes of others.
Caution is not cowardly. Carelessness is not courage
A mousetrap always provides free cheese.
My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.
A lover, when he is admitted to cards, ought to be solemnly silent, and observe the motions of his mistress. He must laugh when she laughs, sigh when she sighs. In short, he should be the shadow of her mind. A lady, in the presence of her lover, should never want a looking-glass; as a beau, in the presence of his looking-glass, never wants a mistress.
I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.
Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.
Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.
Don't smother each other. No one can grow in the shade.
Don't hold to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love.
Love comes from blindness, friendship from knowledge.
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.
The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.
You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving.
Everybody forgets the basic thing; people are not going to love you unless you love them.
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
Love and war are the same thing, and stratagems and policy are as allowable in the one as in the other.
True love is the parent of humility.
Many a man has fallen in love with a girl in light so dim he would not have chosen a suit by it.
Love is blind.
The way is not in the sky. The way is in the heart.
We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together.
Sex alleviates tension. Love causes it.
We must love one another or die.
We are not commanded (or forbidden) to love our mates, our children, our friends, our country because such affections come naturally to us and are good in themselves, although we may corrupt them. We are commanded to love our neighbor because our natural attitude toward the other is one of either indifference or hostility.
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.
If you say, I love you, then you have already fallen in love with language, which is already a form of break up and infidelity.
Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. [I Corinthians]
To love without role, without power plays, is revolution.
Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.
Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.
All the little emptiness of love!
When first we met we did not guess that Love would prove so hard a master.
Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.
He who has no passion has no principal or motive to act.
A man in passion rides a horse that runs away with him.
In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.
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.
The passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways and dangerous only in one, through their excess.
I'd rather be a failure at something I love than a success at something I hate.
Men live by intervals of reason under the sovereignty of humor and passion.
To hide a passion totally (or even to hide, more simply, its excess) is inconceivable: not because the human subject is too weak, but because passion is in essence made to be seen: the hiding must be seen: I want you to know that I am hiding something from you, that is the active paradox I must resolve: at one and the same time it must be known and not known: I want you to know that I don't want to show my feelings: that is the message I address to the other.
You can no more bridle passions with logic than you can justify them in the law courts. Passions are facts and not dogmas.
It was one of the deadliest and heaviest feelings of my life to feel that I was no longer a boy. From that moment I began to grow old in my own esteem --and in my esteem age is not estimable.
Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, streams like the thunderstorm against the wind.
There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?
Pythagoras, Locke, Socrates -- but pages might be filled up, as vainly as before, with the sad usage of all sorts of sages, who in his life-time, each was deemed a bore! The loftiest minds outrun their tardy ages.
There is no sterner moralist than pleasure.
There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in love with them, which I cannot at all account for, having no very high opinion of the sex. But yet, I always feel in better humor with myself and every thing else, if there is a woman within ken.
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment --but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.
History is the devil's scripture.
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter. Sermons and soda water the day after.
I have always laid it down as a maxim --and found it justified by experience --that a man and a woman make far better friendships than can exist between two of the same sex --but then with the condition that they never have made or are to make love to each other.
As to Don Juan, confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? It may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world? and tooled in a post-chaise? in a hackney coach? in a Gondola? against a wall? in a court carriage? in a vis a vis? on a table? and under it?
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Summer is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces up, snow is exhilarating; there is no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.
We may be personally defeated, but our principles never.
Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune.
Pride perceiving humility honorable, often borrows her cloak.
Pride that dines on vanity, sups on contempt.
It ain't bragging if you can do it.
There is this paradox in pride -- it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so.
And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin is pride that apes humility.
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
Whoever shall exalt himself shall be abased, and he that humbles himself shall be exalted.
When science discovers the center of the universe a lot of people will be disappointed to find they are not it.
Pride goeth before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall. [Proverbs 16:18]
The less we deserve good fortune, the more we hope for it.
Pride does not wish to owe and vanity does not wish to pay.
What the world needs is more geniuses with humility, there are so few of us left.
There are two sides to every question: my side and the wrong side.
The infinitely little have a pride infinitely great.
We should be ashamed of our pride, but never proud of our shame.
I would not talk so much about myself if there were anybody else whom I knew as well.
Pride is pleasure arising from a man's thinking too highly of himself.
Pride, like laudanum and other poisonous medicines, is beneficial in small, though injurious in large quantities. No man who is not pleased with himself, even in a personal sense, can please others.
Pride is the mask of one's own faults.
Pride and poverty don't get along, but often live together.
At every trifle take offense, that always shows great pride or little sense.
A proud man is always looking down on things and people; and, of course, as long as you're looking down, you can't see something that's above you.
The nobler the blood the less the pride.
Pride is an admission of weakness; it secretly fears all competition and dreads all rivals.
Temper gets you into trouble. Pride keeps you there.
To be proud and inaccessible is to be timid and weak.
The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or ever murderous obsession.
Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings.
A temporary insanity curable by marriage.
Love is said to be blind, but I know some fellows in love who can see twice as much in their sweethearts as I do.
The only victory over love is flight.
A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.
I know a love may be revived which absence, inconstancy, or even infidelity has extinguished, but there is no returning from a degout given by satiety
When a match has equal partners then I fear not.
The real act of marriage takes place in the heart, not in the ballroom or church or synagogue. It's a choice you make -- not just on your wedding day, but over and over again -- and that choice is reflected in the way you treat your husband or wife.
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
Marriage is that relation between man and woman in which the independence is equal, the dependence mutual, and the obligation reciprocal.
The more connections you and your lover make, not just between your bodies, but between your minds, your hearts, and your souls, the more you will strengthen the fabric of your relationship, and the more real moments you will experience together.
In a great romance, each person plays a part the other really likes.
A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.
Nuptial love makes mankind; friendly love perfects it; but wanton love corrupts and debases it.
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.
The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.
If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.
It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.
Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance.
Wives are young men's mistresses; companions for middle age, and old men's nurses. So as a man may have a quarrel to marry when he will.
Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
The betrothed and accepted lover has lost the wildest charms of his maiden by her acceptance. She was heaven while he pursued her, but she cannot be heaven if she stoops to one such as he!
There is a French saying: Love is the dawn of marriage, and marriage is the sunset of love.
Married life requires shared mystery even when all the facts are known.
Where there is marriage without love, there will be love without marriage.
When a wife has a good husband it is easily seen in her face.
Love is blind and marriage is the institution for the blind.
Marriage, for a woman at least, hampers the two things that made life to me glorious -- friendship and learning.

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