Relationships and Family

Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height.

 

Mature as he was, she might yet be able to help him to the building of the rainbow bridge that should connect the prose in us with the passion. Without it we are meaningless fragments, half monks, half beasts, unconnected arches that have never joined into a man. With it love is born, and alights on the highest curve, glowing against the gray, sober against the fire.

 

Odi et amo: quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior .

 

[ Of Ronald Reagan :] For seven and a half years I have worked alongside him and I am proud to be his partner. We have had triumphs, we have made mistakes, we have had sex.

 

All children, except one, grow up.

 

Old people are a kind of monsters to little folks; mild manifestations of the terrible, it may be, but still, with their white locks and ridged and grooved features, which those horrid little eyes exhaust of their details like so many microscopes, not exactly what human beings ought to be.

What a woman says to an eager lover, / write it on running water, write it on air.

What a woman says to an eager lover, / write it on running water, write it on air.

What a woman says to an eager lover, / write it on running water, write it on air.

A woman can be anything that the man who loves her would have her be.

[Tolerance] is just a makeshift, suitable for an overcrowded and overheated planet. It carries on when love gives out, and love generally gives out as soon as we move away from our home and our friends.

Romance only dies with life. No pair of pincers will ever pull it out of us. But there is a spurious sentiment which cannot resist the unexpected and the incongruous and the grotesque.

O, beauty, are you not enough? / Why am I crying after love?

Take love when love is given, / But never think to find it / A sure escape from sorrow / Or a complete repose.

Love is a great force in private life; it is indeed the greatest of all things; but love in public affairs does not work.

We must resemble each other a little in order to understand each other, but we must be a little different to love each other.

In order to love simply, it is necessary to know how to show love.

No stranger can get a great many notes of torture out of a human soul; it takes one that knows it well,—parent, child, brother, sister, intimate.

No stranger can get a great many notes of torture out of a human soul; it takes one that knows it well,—parent, child, brother, sister, intimate.

A child shows gratitude the way a woman/Shows she likes a pretty dress—/Puts it on and takes it off again—

I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how that can be? / I know not, but I feel the agony.

Only the flow matters: live and let live, love and let love.

 

A good front is half the battle in love or war.

Why love if losing hurts so much we love to know that we are not alone.