Each of us has its own definition and meaning and the thousands of forms of love, we will keep ours. With this form and consistency that has created our own story of love: amalgamated with cotton and cements our affections and forged by the shock of passion.
Here are some highlights in the love of others, which is also another way to learn to love:
This is the opening paragraph of The Museum of Innocence of Orham Pamuk. Kemal, a wealthy heir who has lost fusuma, a distant relative of a lower class. Rebuild your love from memories and objects:
... It was the happiest time my life and did not know. If I had known, would have protected such happiness? Would it have happened any other way? Yes, you understand that this was the happiest moment of my life, I never would have let him escape. That golden moment when a deep spiritual peace enveloped my whole being may last for a few seconds, but I thought that made them happy hours, years ...
One of the aunts instructs Tsukiko Omachi, the love of his former student teacher in The Sky is Blue, White Earth of Ka Hiromi wakami:
In this is love, "repeated the woman. When you have a great love, care for you like a plant. You pay it, protect it from snow. It is very important to treat it with care. If love is little left to wither to death ...
The misadventures of a teenage love Nerds fascinated by astronomy, science fiction, interstellar travel and the blurred boundary between time and space in Al Cielo Fund Rodrigo of Fresán :
... And I wonder if there will be more sci-fi that the sudden emergence of the virus in the hospital love of youth, of the alien presence that suddenly and without warning you and you have become a cosmonaut in trance ... love that everything starts and knocks you to make you ascend involved in the turns of a curved beam, invisible set to shake the hands of all foreign energy detectors ...
philosophical meanderings mutant and capricious nature of love and its effect on humble mortals in The Ballad of Sad Café McCullers Curson of
... People most extravagant may be the stimulus for love. A man may be an old fool and continue to love a stranger you saw on the streets of Cheehaw one afternoon, two decades ago. The preacher may love a fallen woman. The beloved may be treacherous, greasy hair and have bad habits. Yes, and the lover may see this as clearly as the rest, but does not affect one iota the evolution of his love. A mediocre person absolutely can be the object of a love wild, extravagant and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp. A good man may be to encourage a love of violent and degrading or humiliating a madman can cause the soul of someone a tender and simple idyll ...
The feverish unrequited love and affection in The Sorrows of Young Werther , which ends with the suicide of the protagonist in a novel by Goethe :
... Ah! That feeling runs through all my veins, when my fingers inadvertently rub yours or our feet under the table face! I retired as fire and a mysterious force impels me forward again, vertigo takes over all my senses ...
... The next night I fell in love with her. I spent the night in restless sleep, longing, dreaming about it, believing sitting next to me, until I realized I was clutching the pillow or blanket ...
Or the perverted love of a nymphet in Lolita of Vladimir Nabokov , which can be extrapolated to other ages to love and sinful flesh.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-li-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to rely, in the third, on the edge of the teeth. Lo.Li.Ta. ..
A Beatriz Viterbo, dear, dead for a hot morning in February and lost (physically) to always view with immeasurable love, contemplative and commemorative The Aleph Jorge Luis Borges of . Beatrice seems that is no accident.
... Beatriz was tall, frail, very slightly tilted, had in her walk (if the oxymoron is permissible) a graceful clumsiness as a principle of ecstasy ...
Love seen as animal instinct and utilitarian when Socrates speaks with one of his disciples of Plato's Phaedrus .
... Consider this, fair youth, and know that the friendship of the lover there is no true goodness, he has an appetite and wants to get enough of you. Wolves and sheep love, lovers love their loves ...
Love tear or release seen as a reflection of women found in texts of Kitchen Banana Yoshimoto .
... Son both painful parting as death. But a love I do not think that will last and not become just a hobby for a woman ...And this has to end, left for the final dialogue of two friends, once inseparable, now far apart in time and geography for loving the same woman. She stood near one of them but died several years ago. One of the friends return to receive a moral reckoning and leave unresolved doubts about the loyalty and cowardice in The Last Meeting of Sandor Marai
... Do you think also that the sense of life is none other than the passion, that one day fills our heart, our soul and body, and then burn forever, until death, no matter what happens? What if we have lived this passion, maybe we have not lived in vain? What is so deep, and of evil, and of great as well as inhuman is a passion? ...
Finally no matter what color, shape and consistency is the love one has lived so long is important have loved and left their mark.
Pictured: Stendhal mentions that a key to the crush is the crystallization, ie lining the loved one of brightness that they idealize.
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