The idea of love as a mysterious, undiscovered world has come to have no place in our innermost imagination.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There can be no passion, and by consequence no love, where there is not imagination.
I'm looking for a world where love will no longer be extraordinary.
The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.
No one will ever know how many novels, poems, analyses, confessions, sufferings and joys have been piled up on this continent called Love, without it ever having turned out to be totally investigated.
As soon as man does not take his existence for granted, but beholds it as something unfathomably mysterious, thought begins.
I'm afraid love may not exist the way I want it to.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
Imagination is at the root of much that passes for love.
When it aims to express a love of the world it refuses to conceal the many reasons why the world is hard to love, though we must love it because we have no other, and to fail to love it is not to exist at all.
Love is based on imagination.