We love god because it is so painful to love other human beings. We don’t want to suffer, we are incapable of withstanding the heartbreak of love. Because we are unhappy.
Fanaticism is love. Everything else is strictly a surrogate. You can’t measure love with numbers, you can only measure it in terms of intensity, in terms of blind loyalty to the imperative. Fix those words firmly in your souls.
I love you for the way you were, not for the way you ought to be.
Violence, per se, ought not to exist. It dose exist when there is a lack of respect.
Life is so short, I decide to opt for eternity.
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