She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned
romance as she grew older--the natural sequel of an unnatural beginning.
No woman dares to refuse love without a motive, for nothing is more natural than to yield to love.
The man whom fate employs to awaken love in the heart of a young girl
is often unaware of his work and therefore leaves it uncompleted.
Authentic love always assumes the mystery of modesty, even in its expression, because actions speak louder than words. Unlike a feigned love, it feels no need to set a conflagration.
Love endows us with a sort of personal religion; we respect another live within ourselves.
Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.
Jane Austen, Persuasion
Honore de Balzac
Honore de Balzac
Honore de Balzac
Honore de Balzac
Honore de Balzac
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