Love is neither good nor evil. People who have a sense of righteous love are idiots.


Many people are able to live better when they’re in love. They eat healthily, exercise regularly, take up new creative hobbies and become better people. Despite this however, love still resembles sickness more than health. Thus, it’s easy to see the parallels between love and the flu.


Love is not so much about the memories as it is about the fleeting sensation that just disappeared. Love does not live in the past. It is always riding in the waves of the present. It’s the grain of sand that just slipped between your fingers. Some people may say “At least we have memories” but that is bullshit at best. You can’t remember love when it’s gone.


Love is not the solution. It is the ever-present problem that needs a solution.


Killing yourself for love is justified. It’s probably more justified than killing yourself for hunger.


Sex strengthens love but makes it more potentially dangerous. In a way, investing in pleasure has the risk of reaping pain.


Sex with love spits on any religious conception of heaven.


Sex is a way to conquer the other person, to reduce her to a vessel of our loneliness. The other person becomes a “thing,” a material possession even if we don’t admit it.


Love is never only between two people. Each party always brings a host of other people, memories, expectations, trauma, and other things that can destroy their love. It is stupid but people can’t prevent it nonetheless.

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