The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When you love someone, you care about them. If they have a disaster, you don't abandon them.
We live in a world of constant juxtaposition between joy that's possible and pain that's all too common. We hope for love and success and abundance, but we never quite forget that there is always lurking the possibility of disaster.
There's a spectrum of those moments of connection and the moments we fail to connect, going from super-large successes to failures. Success would be love, I guess, and failure could still be love, but the bad side; and loss.
When love grows diseased, the best thing we can do is to put it to a violent death; I cannot endure the torture of a lingering and consumptive passion.
Imagination is at the root of much that passes for love.
Love's stronger than fear and death.
We have witnessed the most extraordinary devastation. The magnitude of the situation is unbelievable. It's just heartbreaking.
Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
The tragedy is not that love doesn't last. The tragedy is the love that lasts.