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To the point of madness
“I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love.” -Françoise Sagan
Haunt me
“..you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where … Continue reading
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Tagged British, Emily Brontë, English, ghosts, Haunting, killing, Literature, Love, Quotes, Wuthering heights
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The invention of Love
“They loved, and quarreled, and made up, and loved, and fought, and were true to each other and untrue. She made him the happiest man in the whole world and the most wretched, and after a few years she died, … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Theatre
Tagged Love, play, Quotes, The invention of love, Theatre, Tom Stoppard
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Our mutual friend
I never thought before, that there was a woman in the world who could affect me so much by saying so little. But don’t be hard in your construction of me. You don’t know what my state of mind towards … Continue reading
Just-a-man who cared for just-a-woman for just-a-time
The communique repeated the information. “He went to the body of his wife and wouldn’t leave it, although she was dead.” How strange. Why didn’t he run and save himself? What made him go back? Is it possible that he loved … Continue reading
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Tagged All I really need to know, For better or for worse, God, I learned in kindergarten, Love, Promise, Robert Fulghum
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In Love
I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. Not the artful postures of love, but love that overthrows life. Unbiddable, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin … Continue reading
In rage or in love
Think of two people, living together day after day, year after year, in this small space, standing elbow to elbow cooking at the same small stove, squeezing past each other on the narrow stairs, shaving in front of the same … Continue reading
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Tagged A Single Man, Christopher Isherwood, Literature, Love, Queer
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Great Expectations
The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I … Continue reading
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