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My household-gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without blood.
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My household-gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without blood.
Love is a terrible word, and I should blush to death if anything but a letter accused me on't.
I find I want courage to marry where I do not like
Love at its highest point--love sublime, unique, invincible--leads us straight to the brink of the great abyss, for it speaks to us directly of the infinite and of eternity.
Marriage is terrifying, but so is a cold and forlorn old age.
Indeed, the ideal story is that of two people who go into love step for step, with a fluttered consciousness, like a pair of children venturing together into a dark room.
The love of life, then, is an habitual attachment, not an abstract principle.