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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.
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.
Marriage is terrifying, but so is a cold and forlorn old age.
The love of life, then, is an habitual attachment, not an abstract principle.