December 22nd, 2013
…there are cases when there is more honor in allowing ourselves to be swayed even by unreasonable passion, as long as it stems from a great love, than in not being subjected to it at all. And that is particularly true in youth, for there is something suspect about a young person who is always very reasonable…
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
April 6th, 2013
…and he was convinced in the solitude of his soul that he had loved in silence for a much longer time than anyone else in this world ever had.
Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
December 31st, 2012

Bill: You’re in love with Lindsay.
Neal: I am not! What are you talking about?
Bill: Why are you getting so mad?
Neal: I’m not! Why would you say that?
Bill: Because you have your book in front of your pants.
Neal: Shut up! Jerk.

December 27th, 2012

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December 24th, 2012
October 10th, 2012

I, all my life I been searching for love
Mourning for love, giving everything I know

August 2nd, 2012
What is honor compared to a woman’s love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms… Or the memory of a brother’s smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
George R.R Martin
February 3rd, 2012
One word more. In executing this man, I have obeyed necessity; but necessity is a monster of the old world, necessity’s name is Fatality. Now, the law of progress is, that monsters shall disappear before the angels, and that Fatality shall vanish before Fraternity. It is a bad moment to pronounce the word love. No matter, I do pronounce it. And I glorify it. Love, the future is thine. Death, I make use of thee, but I hate thee. Citizens, in the future there will be neither darkness nor thunderbolts; neither ferocious ignorance, nor bloody retaliation. As there will be no more Satan, there will be no more Michael. In the future no one will kill any one else, the earth will beam with radiance, the human race will love. The day will come, citizens, when all will be concord, harmony, light, joy and life; it will come, and it is in order that it may come that we are about to die.
Victor Hugo
January 27th, 2012
What a great thing, to be loved! What a greater thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic through passion. It is no longer composed of anything but what is pure; it no longer rests on anything but what is elevated and great. An unworthy thought can no more spring up in it than a nettle on a glacier. The lofty and serene soul, inaccessible to common passions and common emotions, rising above the clouds and shadows of this world, its follies, its falsehoods, its hatreds, its vanities, its miseries, inhabits the blue of the skies, and no longer feels anything but the deep subterranean commotions of destiny, as the summit of the mountains feels the quaking of the earth.
Victor Hugo
You who suffer because of love, love still more. To die of love is to live by it.
Victor Hugo