#love

...some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart... ↗

— John Geddes

#dog #fear #heart #love #love

Amar é, sempre, ser vulnerável. Para que nunca se sofra com isso, aconselha-se não se amar algo, ou mesmo, alguém. Se sugere proteger a si mesmo nos próprios hobbies, mimos e zelos, evitar qualquer envolvimento com as pessoas, guardar o coração na segurança do caixão do próprio ego. Dessa forma, nessa tumba segura e tenaz, sem movimento ou ar, o seu coração provavelmente mudará para melhor. Sim, sim, ele não se partirá, antes se tornará indestrutível, impenetrável, invencível ou inalienável!: ele nunca precisará de algum perdão. Mas essa comprável alternativa sistemática de proteção de tragédias, é preciso que se diga, é condenatória. Isso, porque o único lugar que existe além do céu, onde se pode estar perfeitamente a salvo de todos os acidentes e perturbações do amor, é o inferno ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#egoísmo #perdão #love

Loving God alone, we unify our nature in single constancy; God himself kindles a love that burns but never consumes. ↗

— A.J. Smith

#love

Did the harebell loose her girdle To the lover bee, Would the bee the harebell hallow Much as formerly? ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#poetry-quotes-love #possession #love

(...) always regretted that good memory often prevents us from thinking for ourselves. ↗

— Frank Harris

#love

What will happen to those who stone the prophets and persecute the masters? His fate is written in flaming letters on each page of the history. ↗

— Frank Harris

#love

Somehow, I did not finger you for a treasure-hunter.” “Oh, but I am,” without shame. “Her name is Titianni Aziz. ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#romance #treasure #love

For the first time, vague doubts assaulted me, the shattering suspicion that for all pleasure and joy in life we had to pay ... I repel fear. If I had to pay I would pay, after all, the memory of ecstasy while pungisse its pain could never be erased. ↗

— Frank Harris

#love

I will, however, establish that success in love, as in all other aspects of life, belongs, as a rule, to the persistent and fiber man. Chaucer had reason to make the Old Bath confess: 'The truth is, more or less, we always succumb to attention and perseverance'. ↗

— Frank Harris

#women #love

(...) the easiest to conquer were also more worthy of it, because women have better intuition than men for the love affinity. ↗

— Frank Harris

#love