You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul. Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse More Quotes by Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse More Quotes From Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse If you can attain repose and calm, believe that you have seized happiness. Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse relaxation peace believe Oh! how many times we die before death! Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse before-death dies I love you as one should, to excess. With folly, delight and despair. Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse excess despair love nothing is stronger or better founded than the sentiments for which we can give no reason. Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse stronger feelings giving I do not comprehend those rules of conduct that make us so content with self and so cold to those we love. I detest prudence, I even hate (suffer me to say so) those duties of friendship which substitute propriety for interest, and circumspection for feeling. How shall I say it? I love the abandonment to impulse, I act from impulse only, and I love to madness that others do the same by me. Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse hate self feelings Oh! you shall see how well I know how to love! I can only love; I know only how to love! With moderate faculties, we can yet do much when we center them on a single object. Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse faculty how-to-love wells I read what I feel, and not what I see. Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse reading feels Oh, my dear, my tragedy is that you don't need to be loved as I know how to love. Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse how-to-love tragedy needs none but the unhappy are worthy of friends; if your soul had never suffered never could you have entered mine. Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse friends soul suffering Calumny spreads like an oil-spot: we endeavor to cleanse it, but the mark remains. Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse calumny gossip oil I love the abandonment to impulse, I act from impulse only, and I love to madness that others do the same by me. Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse abandonment impulse madness Ah! mon Dieu! how the mind shrinks by loving! it is true that the soul does not, but what can one do with a soul? Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse soul mind doe You soothe my soul. You fill it with so tender a sentiment that it is sweet to live during the time that I see you. Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse soul sweet friendship The logic of the heart is absurd Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse sweet-love logic heart
