Having blown up my own long-term marriage via an extramarital affair, followed by a traumatic divorce, I tend to think of love as less a gently glowing hearth than a set of flaming train tracks you strap yourself onto.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
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.
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.
I've been in a lot of fiery relationships, and it is so exciting. But there's a more profound feeling when the love is just real and not so painful.
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.
I think love's exciting and happy, as well as being able to make you sad.
Love in all its subtleties is nothing more, and nothing less, than the more or less direct trace marked on the heart of the element by the psychical convergence of the universe upon itself.
Any kind of novelty or excitement drives up dopamine in the brain, and dopamine is associated with romantic love.
Only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love.
I've just learned that love is a very fleeting thing, so we - then we have it; we need to hold on to it but hold on to it in a gracious fashion. Not in the smothering but more so just a covering kind of love.
Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.