Love is the most antimonial of emotions: it worships, yet it will not stop at sacrilege; it will build about its object a temple of adoration, then desecrate the fane; it will give all, yet ruthlessly seize everything; it delights in pleasing, yet it sometimes wittingly wounds; its ineffable tenderness often merges into an inclemency extraordinary; —symbol of universal duality, it is at once demonical and angelic.
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Nothing stands still in this world, not even love: it must grow or it withers. And, perhaps,
That is the strongest love which surmounts the greatest number of obstacles.
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Love to some is an intoxicant; to others an ailment. To all it is a necessity.
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As is one's character, so is one's love. And
Perhaps the deepest love is the quietest.
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