Love doesn't know where to start, it goes deep

Alexander 2022-04-15 08:01:01

To fall in love with a great man, to be the lover of a great man, but not to have his love fully.

After all, noble love is too rare.

Everyone changes, and so does love. No one can love only one person in a lifetime, even if people want to, it is impossible. You can't master the changes of the world, and you can't resist the tricks of fate. It is often said that we will grow old together, and the sea will dry up and the rocks will rot. It is a good wish.

Once you fall in love with her, you can't stop loving her. The sun was shining brightly outside, but nothing could shine into her heart again.

Whether at the wrong time or at the right time, there is no right or wrong in the creation of love. Loving a person is not the most irreversible, and pity for a person is hopeless.

Love is but a fleeting feeling. When you see him, he also happens to see you. Your souls are so aligned, like the sun illuminating the moon.

He can treat love like a rice bowl, take it up and put it down. She was different, she only spoke, and then went to her heart. She went too deep, experienced too much, and couldn't get out.

Human nature is complex, and love is also complex and uncertain. People who said how much they loved and made commitments will gradually lose the time, lose patience, and become cold-blooded and ruthless.

When the desire is satisfied, there is love; when the desire is no longer provided, the parting ways.

Have you ever loved? love. No love is no self.

Love is selfish, love is fickle. The sweetness of a secret lover is short-lived. Loved it well, tossed it well, and started well.

No matter who you are with, you are all alone.

Life does not meet each other, and moves are like participating businessmen.

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The Invisible Woman quotes

  • [first lines]

    Mr. George Wharton Robinson: Our boys' curriculum is very wide. They perform a short play at the end of every term. Theater's an abiding interest of my wife... Ah, Mary, tea if you please.

    Mary: [arriving late] Yes, sir.

    Mr. George Wharton Robinson: Through the open door... Nelly, where were you? Mr. Benham has been here since 3:00.

    Nelly: I'm so sorry. Mr. Lambourne has been organizing the boys best he can.

    Mary: I lost all sense of time...

  • [last lines]

    Actress: This is a tale of woe. This is a tale of sorrow. A love denied, a love restored, to live beyond tomorrow. Lest we think silence is the place to hide a heavy heart, remember, to love and be loved is life itself without which we are nought.