Some loves are like a vice that has ceased to give pleasure.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret.
There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.
It is love rather than sexual lust or unbridled sexuality if, in addition to the need or want involved, there is also some impulse to give pleasure to the persons thus loved and not merely to use them for our own selfish pleasure.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.
Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.
Conjugal love, or the friendship of spouses, can persist even after sexual desires have weakened, withered, and disappeared.
There is more pleasure in loving than in being beloved.
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
Forbidden pleasures alone are loved immoderately; when lawful, they do not excite desire.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.