love [Theme] Page 3

Initially, we are driven by love and passion. It's clear. But when it passes, there must be responsibility. Both husband and wife must be responsible, and for this they must be prepared. Some of my friends don't like it - they say I persuade girls not to like men. And I tell them: you need to take seriously those who say that they want to unite with you in order to go through all the hardships of this life. It’s not like you have beautiful hair and so on.

What is love, if you think about it? Has anyone been able to give a clear definition of love? Many people believe that love is when the happiness of a loved one is placed above one’s own and becomes the goal of one’s whole life. All this is very beautiful and romantic, but the reality is not as simple as romantics would like. It is very difficult to find a person whom you can make happy with impunity, without fear that he will sit on your neck. You give a woman flowers once, twice and a third time, and on the fourth she asks: “Where are the flowers?” and gets offended. You tell her “my money is your money”, she is happy, and then one day you find your wallet empty and she tells you that you don’t earn enough. You promise to devote all your free time only to her, and then Zhenya calls, says that there is an urgent matter, you take off and leave, and she throws a tantrum. Only stupid and inexperienced young men can believe that love is above all else; it is almost impossible to maintain such an opinion for a long time; over time, you inevitably become a cynic.

If you want to have love, then do things of love, even without love at first.

I also want to always speak from the heart, accept the GOOD word, without doubting or looking for hidden meanings, and quickly weed out the negative and move on.

You'll leave me anyway.

The world seems dull to me if you are not with me!

the radiance of the most tender face in the world.

How can we consider only that which can bring money or prestige worthy of knowledge, and consider love, which only benefits the soul and is useless in the modern sense of the word, a luxury on which we have no right to spend much effort?

You start to believe in fate. She is. And, perhaps, you cannot exchange all this nagging anxiety, bitterness, inexplicable sadness and love (equally inexplicable) that tormented your heart for any happiness. It’s as if the breath of something huge, something stronger than death, enters life. There is some kind of exorbitant purity and clarity in this. And some kind of internal trembling, which only happens on a cold, clear, very early morning, when the whole earth is still sleeping. Purity.

When you love, you cease to be just a person, but become a fragrance. You don't walk on the ground, but hover above it. This state of falling in love is the main thing in life. And it doesn’t matter what you’re in love with - a woman, work, the world or life.

He disappeared, becoming all of us. He cannot love us anymore, because we are his love, poured out by him into the emptiness of eternal loneliness. We can neither thank him for this nor curse him. We can only do one thing - be what we are...

Only with you alone does my heart beat so loudly, as if it has its own will and has chosen you. And all that remains for me is to obediently follow his call.

I don’t know how it happened, Jane Hunter, but our paths are too closely intertwined. And no matter how hard I try to slow down, I only rush faster towards a pool from which I can no longer get out.

This kind of love can move worlds. She overcomes all obstacles.