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Unless love is passion, it's not love, but something else; and passion thrives not on satisfaction, but on impediment. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

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That's the trouble with grand passions, of course. You can never entirely cleanse yourself of them. It's best to avoid them altogether. ↗

— Tasha Alexander

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The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

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In his forty-third year William Stoner learned what others, much younger, had learned before him: that the person one loves at first is not the person one loves at last, and that love is not an end but a process through which one person attempts to know another. They were both very shy, and they knew each other slowly, tentatively; they came close and drew apart, they touched and withdrew, neither wishing to impose upon the other more than might be welcomed. Day by day the layers of reserve that protected them dropped away, so that at last they were like many who are extraordinarily shy, each open to the other, unprotected, perfectly and unselfconsciously at ease. Nearly every afternoon, when his classes were over, he came to her apartment. They made love, and talked, and made love again, like children who did not think of tiring at their play. The spring days lengthened, and they looked forward to the summer. ↗

— John Williams

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At its strongest and wildest and most authentic, love is a demon. It is a religion, a high-risk adventure, an act of heroism. Love is ecstasy and injury, transcendence and danger, altruism and excess. In many ways, it is a divine madness. ↗

— Cristina Nehring

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Love, they say, enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. I know this is true, but I know too that without love we grope the tunnels of our lives and never see the sun. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

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This spicy historical will steal your breath, and capture your heart. -Susan Sigler, Love Romance Passion ↗

— Terry Spear

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But now it was spring again, and spring was almost unbearable for sensitive hearts. It drove creation to its utmost limits, it wafted its spice-laden breath even into the nostrils of the innocent. ↗

— Knut Hamsun

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By annihilating the desires, you annihilate the mind. Every man without passions has within him no principle of action, nor motive to act. ↗

— Claude Adrien Helvetius

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Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild! ↗

— John Galsworthy

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