"

There was a clang of mistrust and almost anger in his voice. She did not answer. Her heart was too much contracted. She could not have spoken.

Seeing she was not going to reply, he continued, almost bitterly, giving himself away:

‘I can’t say it is love I have to offer - and it isn’t love I want. It is something much more impersonal and harder - and rarer.’

There was a silence, out of which she said:

‘You mean you don’t love me?’

She suffered furiously, saying that.

"

D. H. Lawrence

I bring you freedom →

Because I love you so much.

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A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments - Roland Barthes

but not on my book.

Erotomania →

bestofwikipedia:

Erotomania is a type of delusion  in which the affected person believes that another person, usually a stranger, is in love with him or her. During an erotomanic psychosis, the patient believes that a “secret admirer” is declaring his or her affection to the patient, often by special glances, signals, telepathy, or messages through the media. Usually the patient then returns the perceived affection by means of letters, phone calls, gifts, and visits to the unwitting recipient. (via atestu)

I’m just leaving this here.

"The pleasures of love are pains that become desirable, where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell — in short, harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond."

Umberto Eco, The Island of the Day Before, Chapter 28 (via etctatic)

"If you love without calling forth love, that is, if your love as such does not produce love, if by means of an expression of life as a loving person you do not make of yourself a loved person, then your love is impotent, a misfortune."

Karl Marx. trans. Erich Fromm. “National Economy and Philosophy” (via 5jd33)

rien est impossible (this is my easter post)