"Amore che muove il sole e l'altre stelle."
--Dante
The beginning, middle, and end of love--is a sigh.
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All things point to the infinite; and love more than all things else.
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Complex as is the character of love, here are two things which love
always does: always it
"Refines the thoughts
And heart enlarges;"
--Milton
and,
Love dyes all things a cerulean hue. (What a pity it is not a fast
color!)
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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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