Love is real only when a person can sacrifice himself for another person
Love is real only when a person can sacrifice himself for another person. Only when a person forgets himself for the sake of another, and lives for another creature, only this kind of love can be called true love, and only in this love do we see the blessing and reward of life. This is the foundation of the world.
Nothing can make our life, or the lives of other people, more beautiful than perpetual kindness.
Quality time spent with a person is the first way to express your love with your partner. The time spent curling up, listening to one another, paying attention to each other is something intangible and yet unique in a relationship.
This quality time often manifests itself as a little nothings that means so much: freeing up a slot in your agenda to surprise the other, being really mentally present, one hundred percent in the now, without any distraction, the mind absorbed by the ongoing exchange - whether it is walking together in the city, preparing a meal or having a conversation.
For me, it is the most powerful testimony of love.
Giving a gift is not strictly speaking an act of sacrifice, but it is a way - to use Léon Tolstoy's text - to forget one's own pleasure to please the other.
Despite appearances, it's not about money. When someone gives me a gift, I don't see it as notes that have come out of a wallet, I see it as an act that is the materialization of one thought towards the other, the expression of the intention to do good. No matter the price, it is the connection or symbol that this object represents that makes the act of offering so beautiful to me.
I don't know the question, but sex is definitely the answer.
My love keeps growing more passionate and egoistic, while his is waning and waning, and that's why we're drifting apart."
She went on musing.
"And there's no help for it. He is everything for me, and I want him more and more to give himself up to me entirely. And he wants more and more to get away from me. We walked to meet each other up to the time of our love, and then we have been irresistibly drifting in different directions. And there's no altering that."
A profile, a look, a voice, can capture a heart in no time at all.
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
However much you have been wanting and hoping and dreaming of meeting the person of your dreams, it is only when you meet them that you will start missing them. It seems that the presence of an object is required to make its absence felt (or to make the absence of something felt). A kind of longing may have preceded their arrival, but you have to meet in order to feel the full force of your frustration in their absence.