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Art And Love Are The Same Thing

Art And Love Are The Same Thing

“Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.”
– Chuck Klosterman
Art And Love Are The Same Thing
“If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don’t, they never were.”
– Khalil Gibran

“If loving someone is putting them in a straitjacket and kicking them down a flight of stairs, then yes, I have loved a few people.”
– Jarod Kintz

“Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person’s ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.”
– C.S. Lewis

“You can’t measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.”
– Milan Kundera

“If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.”
– Haruki Murakami

“You couldn’t relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole–like the world, or the person you loved.”
– Stewart O’Nan

“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
– Pablo Neruda

“Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.”
– Paulo Coelho

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”
– Jane Austen

“I’m saying that I’m a moody, insecure, narrow-minded, jealous, borderline homicidal bitch, and I want you to promise me that you’re okay with that, because it’s who I am, and you’re what I need.”
– Jeaniene Frost

“One day you will kiss a man you can’t breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.”
– Karen Marie Moning

“I think… if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.”
– Leo Tolstoy

“Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land”
– Pablo Neruda