“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
by C.S. Lewis
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“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
by Pablo Neruda
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“The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.”
by Marilyn Monroe
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“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”
by Jane Austen
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