Now he discovered that secret from which one never quite recovers, that even in the most perfect love one person loves less profoundly than the other. There may be two equally good, equally gifted, equally beautiful, but theremay never be two that love one another equally well.
Love between a man and a woman is inevitably complicated, corrupted, and obstructed by an unequal balance of power.
Shulamith Bath Shmuel Ben Ari Feuerstein
Even in the most perfect love one person loves less profoundly than the other.
He who loves the more is the inferior and must suffer.
You can't be friends with someone who's in love with you if you don't love that person back the same way.
People want to believe that every marriage is perfect balance but it isn't. One person always loves more deeply than the other
Why was love so easy for some people and so hard for others?
I don't love you anymore", she whispered. "I don't love you at all." His throat closed. "It's all right, sweetheart. I love you enough for both of us.
Some cynical Frenchman has said that there are two parties to a love-transaction: the one who loves and the other who condescends to be so treated.
You know it's never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It's always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride.
I write a lot of songs about being in love, how beautiful women are but I've definitely experienced that other side of love where you're in a situation where you love a girl so much but you just know for a fact that she doesn't love you the same. "Grenade" is the extreme way of saying "I'd do anything for you and why can't I feel you would do the same for me?
Isn't it terrible the way some unworthy folks are loved, while others that deserve it far more, you'd think, never get much affection?
You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!
His heart kep' goin' pity-pat, But hern went pity-Zekle.
Being always overavid, I demand from those I love a love equal to mine, which, being balanced people, they cannot supply.
Woman wants monogamy; Man delights in novelty. Love is woman's moon and sun; Man has other forms of fun. Woman lives but in her lord; Count to ten, and man is bored. With this the gist and sum of it, What earthly good can come of it?
In most relationships, somebody cares about the other one more and that's usually why you get out of a relationship because it's not reciprocated.
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
Love, it turns out, is as undemocratic as money, so it accumulates around people who have plenty of it already: the sane, the healthy, the lovable.