There are very few people who are not ashamed of having been in love when they no longer love each other.
There are very few people who are not ashamed of having been in love when they no longer love each other.
The pleasure of love is in loving. We are much happier in the passion we feel than in that we inspire.
The pleasure of love is in loving. We are happier in the passion we feel than in that which we excite.
The first lover is kept a long while, when no offer is made of a second.
There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.
There are two sorts of constancy in loveone arises from continually discovering in the loved person new subjects for love, the other arises from our making a merit of being constant.
There is only one sort of love, but there are a thousand copies.
When a man must force himself to be faithful in his love, this is hardly better than unfaithfulness.
Love often leads on to ambition, but seldom does one return from ambition to love.
All the passions make us commit faults; love makes us commit the most ridiculous ones.
Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.
We pardon to the extent that we love.
In jealousy there is more of self-love, than of love to another.
However rare true love may be, it is less so than true friendship.
In jealousy there is more of self-love than love.
Jealousy is not so much the love of another as the love of ourselves.
In friendship as well as love, ignorance very often contributes more to our happiness than knowledge.
Love can no more continue without a constant motion than fire can; and when once you take hope and fear away, you take from it its very life and being.
Men often pass from love to ambition, but they seldom come back again from ambition to love.
Love of justice in the generality of men is only the fear of suffering from injustice.
When a man is in love, he doubts, very often, what he most firmly believes.
One often passes from love to ambition, But one rarely returns from ambition to love.
If there be a love pure and free from the admixture of our other passions, it is that which lies hidden in the bottom of our heart, and which we know not ourselves.
Self love, as it happens to be well or ill conducted, constitutes virtue and vice.
As love increases, prudence diminishes.
If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.
In jealousy there is more self-love than love.
When we are in love we often doubt that which we most believe.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
If we judge of love by most of its results, it resembles hatred more than friendship.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories