It is impossible to tell you what is consisted in the act of love.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
What love is depends on where you are in relation to it. Secure in it, it can feel as mundane and necessary as air - you exist within it, almost unnoticing. Deprived of it, it can feel like an obsession; all consuming - a physical pain.
Love is an emotion that is based on an opinion of women that is impossible for those who have had any experience with them.
I don't know what love means.
Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse of impossibility; for it thinks all things lawful for itself, and all things possible.
Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible - it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could.
Love is a state of being.
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.
To love is to act.
To act, you must know pain. You must know what it means to be in love, what it means to be rejected.
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