Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
“No private grudge they need, no personal spite, The viva sectio is its own delight! All enmity, all envy, they disclaim, Disinterested thieves of our good name: Cool, sober murderers of their neighbours’ fame.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge | “Modern Critics”
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