The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection, and not a fountain; to show them we love them not when we feel like it, but when they do
The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heartwithers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hearsonly the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.