Sunday, April 13, 2008
Love is the name given to sorrow to console those who suffer. We suffer because we either desire what we have not or possess what we no longer desire.
Hope is just agony postponed.
-The Palace of Tears by Alev L. Croutier
Was I to follow entirely my own Inclinations it would be to travel, my first and chiefest wish. If i had a Compannion, it should be one that I very much lovd, and that very much lovd me, one that thought that it was not below a man of sense to take satisfaction in the conversation of a reasonable woman, one who did not think tenderness a disgrace to his understanding.
from Lady Montagu's journal
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