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“First best is falling in love. Second best is being in love. Least best is falling out of love. But any of it is better than never having been in love.”
― Maya Angelou

“Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, sir. It merely mummifies its corpse.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, The Small Bachelor

“Your god, sir, is the World. In my eyes, you, too, if not an infidel, are an idolater. I conceive that you ignorantly worship: in all things you appear to me too superstitious. Sir, your god, your great Bel, your fish-tailed Dagon, rises before me as a demon. You, and such as you, have raised him to a throne, put on him a crown, given him a sceptre. Behold how hideously he governs! See him busied at the work he likes best -- making marriages. He binds the young to the old, the strong to the imbecile. He stretches out the arm of Mezentius and fetters the dead to the living. In his realm there is hatred -- secret hatred: there is disgust -- unspoken disgust: there is treachery -- family treachery: there is vice -- deep, deadly, domestic vice. In his dominions, children grow unloving between parents who have never loved: infants are nursed on deception from their very birth: they are reared in an atmosphere corrupt with lies ... All that surrounds him hastens to decay: all declines and degenerates under his sceptre. Your god is a masked Death.”
― Charlotte Bront毛, Shirley

“God judges men from the inside out; men judge men from the outside in. Perhaps to God, an extreme mental patient is doing quite well in going a month without murder, for he fought his chemical imbalance and succeeded; oppositely, perhaps the healthy, able and stable man who has never murdered in his life yet went a lifetime consciously, willingly never loving anyone but himself may then be subject to harsher judgment than the extreme mental patient. It might be so that God will stand for the weak and question the strong.”
― Criss Jami, Healology

“How many women are there ... who because of their husbands' harshness spend their weary lives in the bond of marriage in greater suffering than if they were slaves among the Saracens?”
― Christine de Pizan, The Book of the City of Ladies

“The author and intellectual Cornel West has said that 'justice is what love looks like in public.' I often think that neoliberalism is what lovelessness looks like as policy.”
― Naomi Klein, No Is Not Enough: Resisting Trump鈥檚 Shock Politics and Winning the World We Need

“As individuals die every moment, how insensitive and fabricated a love it is to set aside a day from selfish routine in prideful, patriotic commemoration of tragedy. Just as God is provoked by those who tithe simply because they feel that they must tithe, I am provoked by those who commemorate simply because they feel that they must commemorate.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“I feel the deepest, heartfelt pity for any adult who has never been in love.”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman

“唳唳熰唳む 唳Ω唳距Θ唰� 唳溹唳侧, 唳犩唳ㄠ唳∴ 唳唳� 唳Π唰� 唳嗋唰� 唳溹Σ唰�
唳忇唳ㄠ 唳唳澿唳ㄠ 唳唳侧 唳曕唳曕 唳犩唳� 唳唳侧唳唳膏 唳Σ唰囙イ”
― Shankha Ghosh

“...the injustice and systemic oppression that we see in the world today stem from a deep, collective lovelessness and calls for an ethic of love.”
― Bren茅 Brown, Atlas of the Heart: Mapping Meaningful Connection and the Language of Human Experience

“Those who go searching for love only find their own lovelessness. But the loveless never find love;
only the loving find love, and they never have to search for it.”
― D.H. Lawrence

“Suddenly, one day, out of nowhere, an enormous abyss opened up beneath our feet and I was staring into a face I didn't recognize.”
― Woody Allen, Interiors

“Among my friends love is a great sorrow.
It has become a daily burden, a feast,
a gluttony for fools, a heart's famine.
We visit one another asking, telling one another.
We do not burn hotly, we question the fire.
We do not fall forward with our alive
eager faces looking thru into the fire.
We stare back into our own faces.
We have become our own realities.
We seek to exhaust our lovelessness.”
― Robert Duncan

“Darling, I鈥檝e realised I don鈥檛 love you.

鈥ㄢ�↖f I loved anyone, it would be you. But I love no one. 鈥ㄢ��

I鈥檝e come to understand I don鈥檛 care about anything except for myself.

Any kindness I鈥檝e ever shown has been in my own self-interest.

The very existence of other people seems doubtful.

I wanted more from life than this.

Let鈥檚 have a baby.”
― Eleanor Davis, How to Be Happy

“To comprehend the measure of one鈥檚 lovelessness, one need only contemplate the extent to which envy, spite, arrogance, anger, frustration, irritation, impatience, gossip, criticism, and scorekeeping characterize not only one鈥檚 behavior but also one鈥檚 thoughts, actions, and speech for where patience, equanimity, humility, forgiveness, graciousness, forbearance, optimism, hope, and endurance are absent, so, too, is love.”
― James Castleton, MD, Mending of a Broken Heart

“How bitter is lovelessness both to suffer and to inflict. More than anything I have dreaded the despair of its remembrance and the threat of its repeat.”
― John Osborne, Looking Back: Never Explain, Never Apologise

“I will always tell you how I feel, but I certainly can't force you to listen.... Still, I will give you leeway to call me cruel when you find that my love for you suddenly comes up missing.”
― Renee' A. Lee

“唳椸唳班唳Μ唳距Ω唰�唳� 唳曕唳� 唳ム唳曕 唳嗋Ζ唳� 唳ㄠ 唳唳撪唳� 唳多唳多唳熰 唳む唳� 唳嗋唳距唰嵿唰嵿Ψ唳苦Δ 唳夃Ψ唰嵿Γ唳む 唳唳む 唳氞唰熰 唳椸唳熰 唳椸唳班唳唰囙 唳溹唳唳侧唰熰 唳︵唳む 唳唳班啷� 唳唳ㄠ唳粪唳� 唳膏Ξ唳距 唳忇Ν唳距Μ唰� 唳膏Θ唰嵿Δ唰嵿Π唳距Ω唰囙Π 唳膏唳粪唳熰 唳曕Π唰囙イ 唳膏唳ㄠ唳� 唳� 唳膏Ξ唰嵿Ξ唳距Θ 唳ㄠ 唳唳撪唳� 唳膏Θ唰嵿Δ唰嵿Π唳膏唳� 唳唳ㄠ唳粪唳班 唳膏唳唳椸 唳む唳� 唳膏Θ唰嵿Δ唰嵿Π唳距Ω唳唳︵ 唳灌唰� 唳唰熰イ 唳氞唳� 唳椸Σ唰� 唳曕唳ㄠ唳ㄠ唳� 唳Ζ唳侧 唳嗋唰佮Θ 唳唳� 唳灌Σ唰� 唳む唳班 唳む唳︵唳� 唳呧Η唳苦唳距Π唰囙Π 唳唳班Χ唰嵿Θ唰� 唳班唳栢 唳︵唳佮唳距啷� 唳忇Μ唳� 唳� 唳曕唳班Γ唰囙 唳оΘ唳唳� 唳� 唳ㄠ唳班唳оΘ 唳膏唳侧唳� 唳むΠ唰� 唳Π唳距Ζ唰嵿Ζ 唳班唳栢Δ唰� 唳灌 唳唳侧唳唳膏唳班イ 唳唰屶Ψ唳о唳� 唳Δ唳� 唳︵Π唳曕唳� 唳灌 唳唳ㄠΜ唳苦唳唳�, 唳膏唳唳溹唳� 唳膏唳唳� 唳� 唳ㄠ唳唰熰Μ唳苦唳距Π 唳唳班Δ唳苦Ψ唰嵿唳距Π啷�”
― Charu Haque

“How long can we close our hearts to the despised and dispossessed? What are our slums, our penitentiaries, and our refugee camps if not a reflection of our own lovelessness?鈥�

from the novel Hotel Noir”
― Casper Silk aka Germaine Shames