Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Love is understood, in a historical way, as one of the great human vocations - but its counterspell has always been infidelity. This terrible, terrible betrayal that can tear apart not only another person, not only oneself, but whole families.
The idea of love as a mysterious, undiscovered world has come to have no place in our innermost imagination.
Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.
Love in all its subtleties is nothing more, and nothing less, than the more or less direct trace marked on the heart of the element by the psychical convergence of the universe upon itself.
There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors.
The sense of smell, like a faithful counsellor, foretells its character.
Temptation is the devil looking through the keyhole. Yielding is opening the door and inviting him in.
Faith goes out through the window when beauty comes in at the door.
Love is the terrible secret people are suspected of unless they're married, then one always suspects they don't.
Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.