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Love is just a system for getting someone to call you darling after sex.

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.
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
A false enchantment can all too easily last a lifetime.
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.
We must love one another or die.
Love is the victim's response to the rapist.
In a great romance, each person plays a part the other really likes.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Wicked men obey from fear; good men, from love.
God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.
Love is the beauty of the soul.
Love, and do what you like.
Do you want to know a good way to fall in love? Just associate with all your pleasant experiences with someone, and disassociate from all the unpleasant ones.
The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.
What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.
Nuptial love makes mankind; friendly love perfects it; but wanton love corrupts and debases it.
For a crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Real love stories never have endings.
Not all of us have to possess earthshaking talent. Just common sense and love will do.
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.
Love, by its very nature, is unworldly, and it is for this reason rather than its rarity that it is not only apolitical but anti-political, perhaps the most powerful of all anti-political human forces.
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
Love is a great beautifier.
There is a law that man should love his neighbor as himself. In a few hundred years it should be as natural to mankind as breathing or the upright gait; but if he does not learn it he must perish.
Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.
Teach only love for that is what you are.
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
He has been a doctor a year now and has had two patients, no, three, I think -- yes, it was three; I attended their funerals.
Duties are not performed for duty's sake, but because their neglect would make the man uncomfortable. A man performs but one duty --the duty of contenting his spirit, the duty of making himself agreeable to himself.
The first half of life consists of the capacity to enjoy without the chance; the last half consists of the chance without the capacity.
Action springs not from thought, but from a readiness for responsibility.
The Impossible Generalized Man today is the critic who believes in loving those unworthy of love as well as those worthy --yet believes this only insofar as no personal risk is entailed. Meaning he loves no one, worthy or no. This is what makes him impossible.
I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.
Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.
Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy -- and that is life.
Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.
Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.
There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.
Love's greatest gift is its ability to make everything it touches sacred.
Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible -- it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could.
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 real love you want the other person's good. In romantic love, you want the other person.
Sex alleviates tension. Love causes it.
The Person That Tries 1000 times But Fails 999 times, succeds more than the person who Tries Once And Succeds once

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