There is always something left to love.
I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.
I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.
In desperate love, we always invent the characters of our partners, demanding they be what we need of them, and then feeling devastated when they refuse to perform the role we created in the first place.
In desperate love, we always invent the characters of our partners, demanding they be what we need of them, and…
Trust no friend without faults, and love a woman, but no angel.
Trust no friend without faults, and love a woman, but no angel.
That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending – performing. You get to love your pretence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act – and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.
That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for…
here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didn’t understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.
here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her?…
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure…
What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world away? The math seemed impossible.
What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would…
Moments, when lost, can’t be found again. They’re just gone.
Moments, when lost, can’t be found again. They’re just gone.
and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn’t live for very long without a heart.
and he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same…
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