“Falling in love is like getting hit by a truck and yet not being mortally wounded. just sick to your stomach, high one minute, low the next. Starving hungry but unable to eat. hot, cold, forever horny, full of hope and enthusiasm, with momentary depressions that wipe you out.
It is also not being able to remove the smile from your face, loving life with a mad passionate intensity, and feeling ten years younger.
Love does not appear with any warning signs. You fall into it as if pushed from a high diving board. No time to think about what's happening. It's inevitable. An event you can't control. A crazy, heart-stopping, roller-coaster ride that just has to take its course.”
― Lucky
It is also not being able to remove the smile from your face, loving life with a mad passionate intensity, and feeling ten years younger.
Love does not appear with any warning signs. You fall into it as if pushed from a high diving board. No time to think about what's happening. It's inevitable. An event you can't control. A crazy, heart-stopping, roller-coaster ride that just has to take its course.”
― Lucky
“Living in the era of social media and dating apps, online dating is also a very popular dating method in England. It perfectly suits the English person’s superpower: being the invisible man or woman. They also like to keep their distance, and the internet is perfect for that. Also complimenting someone is easier online than offline; you don’t even have to say anything you just press a ‘like’ or a ‘wink’ button and that’s it; perfectly suitable for romantically retarded people.”
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“Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and in this hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.”
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“If you waste time looking at the clouds,
you might miss the stars.
If you waste time looking at the storm,
you might miss the rainbow.
If you waste time looking at the rain,
you might miss the sunshine.
If you waste time looking at the seeds,
you might miss the harvest.
If you waste time looking at the river,
you might miss the ocean.
If you waste time looking at the thorns,
you might miss the roses.
If you waste time looking at the past,
you might miss the future.
If you waste time looking at the losses,
you might miss the victories.
If you waste time looking at the tragedies,
you might miss the miracles.”
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you might miss the stars.
If you waste time looking at the storm,
you might miss the rainbow.
If you waste time looking at the rain,
you might miss the sunshine.
If you waste time looking at the seeds,
you might miss the harvest.
If you waste time looking at the river,
you might miss the ocean.
If you waste time looking at the thorns,
you might miss the roses.
If you waste time looking at the past,
you might miss the future.
If you waste time looking at the losses,
you might miss the victories.
If you waste time looking at the tragedies,
you might miss the miracles.”
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“They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
Nor can spirits ever be divided, that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record of their friendship.
If absence be not death, neither is theirs.
Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.
For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent.
In this divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure.
This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.”
― Some Fruits of Solitude/ More Fruits of Solitude
Death cannot kill what never dies.
Nor can spirits ever be divided, that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record of their friendship.
If absence be not death, neither is theirs.
Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.
For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent.
In this divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure.
This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.”
― Some Fruits of Solitude/ More Fruits of Solitude
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