Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new. Dec 05, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun. Dec 05, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The principle of the brotherhood of man is narcissistic... for the grounds for that love have always been the assumption that we ought to realize that we are the same the whole world over. Dec 05, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Yet if a woman never lets herself go, how will she ever know how far she might have got? If she never takes off her high-heeled shoes, how will she ever know how far she could walk or how fast she could run? Dec 05, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation. Dec 05, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence. Dec 05, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
When lovely woman stoops to folly, and finds too late that men betray, what charm can soothe her melancholy, what art can wash her guilt away? Dec 05, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Free love? as if love is anything but free. Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the world have failed to buy love. Dec 05, 2024 - Fabian Biese>