Love itself is what is left over when one being in love is burned away, and this is both an art and option that accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that group of each other on the ground and when all the pretty blossoms branches. We found that we were one tree and not two.

Don’t give in to him at all. Deny yourself. Because then your eyes will not be clouded by a madness that you cannot control, and then you will be able to learn to see him as he is.

Love is what is left when the passion has gone

Love itself is what is left over when being "in love" has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

There is only one thing worse than losing the one you love, and that is losing them without knowing why. If you are a dog, then your master is like a god to you, and the pain of losing him is greater still.

Don't give into him at all. Deny yourself. Because then your eyes will not be clouded by a madness that you cannot control, and then you will be able to learn to see him as he is. Do you understand?

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away.

Your lips are like sugarAnd your cheeks an appleYour breasts are paradiseAnd your body a lily.O, to kiss the sugarTo bite the appleTo reveal paradiseAnd open the lily.