Quote by Anonymous
Why is it that we don't always recognize the moment love begins, but we always recognize the moment it ends.
Maybe it's not always about trying to fix something broken. Maybe it's about starting over and creating something better.
No, this trick won't work...How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?
Immature love says, "I love you because I need you." Mature love says, "I need you because I love you."
Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.
I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
And love of power, is inconsistent with goodness; but quite consistent with the very opposite qualities--pride, cunning, cruelty.
All that remains to us when love and glory are over, when adventures and passions have faded into the past, is but a deeper and ever-deepening sense of the infinite; and if we have not that within us, then are we destitute indeed.
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.
I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.
I cannot eat, I cannot drink; the pleasures of youth and love are fled away: there was a good time once, but now that is gone, and life is no longer life.