They sin who tell us Love can die: with Life all other passions fly, all others are but vanity.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Such sins, even if they do not kill all grace in us, do harm, nevertheless; and though they are only venial in themselves, they make us apt, ready, and inclined to lose grace and to fall into mortal sin.
People kill for love. They die for love.
For if there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.
Sinful and forbidden pleasures are like poisoned bread; they may satisfy appetite for the moment, but there is death in them at the end.
Sin leads to wickedness and to hearts that become hardened to things of the Spirit.
The only sin is mediocrity.
Sin carries in it its own misery.
That's the whole spiritual life. It's learning how to die. And as you learn how to die, you start losing all your illusions, and you start being capable now of true intimacy and love.
All the passions make us commit faults; love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.