Love Itself ::

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“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.” ―Louis de Bernières

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On Love

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“I was ready to love every one of her jokes that had missed its punchline, every reflection that had lost its thread. I felt ready to abandon self-absorption for the sake of total empathy, to catalogue every one of her memories, to be a historian of her childhood, to learn all of her loves, fears, and hatreds – everything that could possibly have played itself out within her mind and body had suddenly grown fascinating.” – On Love, Alain de Botton

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Overheard

People are so incredibly wise. Overheard in cafe:

“I don’t know why I keep trying… I’m just so hurt. People act so different out of hurt.”
“Because it’s about finding the person who says I want this wreckage. These shattered parts fit perfectly with mine, and it’s all a part of the learning.”