Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair. – William Blake
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Love doesn’t just sit there like a stone
You say that love is nonsense. I tell you it is no such thing.
Love is a great poet
When a love comes to an end, weaklings cry, efficient ones instantly find another love
It’s hard asking someone with a broken heart to fall in love again
To be rejected by someone doesn’t mean you should also reject yourself or that you should think of yourself as a lesser person
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does
you don’t give the person who loves you enough chance to love you enough
There were many ways of breaking a heart
When a child is hurt or sick what happens
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all
Love is the hardest habit to break