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Quote by Seneca the Younger

“Conversation has a kind of charm about it, an insuating and insidious something that elicits secrets from us just like love or liquor.”

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Seneca the Younger

Seneca the Younger (4 BC - 65 AD) was a renowned Roman philosopher, statesman, and playwright. Born into a wealthy Roman family, he served as a government official in the Roman Empire. Seneca's philosophy was deeply influenced by Stoicism, and his works have had a profound impact on later generations. more

“Madame, it is an old word and each one takes it new and wears it out himself. It is a word that fills with meaning as a bladder with air and the meaning goes out of it as quickly. It may be punctured as a bladder is punctured and patched and blown up again and if you have not had it does not exist for you. All people talk of it, but those who have had it are marked by it, and I would not wish to speak of it further since of all things it is the most ridiculous to talk of and only fools go through it many times.”

People Ifs Love May Doe Speak Wish Air Fool All Things Ridiculous Confusion Time Love Bladder

Book:The Hemingway Collection

Source: The Hemingway Collection

“The music business was not safe, but it was FUN. It was like falling in love with a woman you know is bad for you, but you love every minute with her, anyway.”

Knows Love Fall Fun Music Minutes Safe Falling In Love Music Business

Author:Lionel Richie

“Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?”

Love Firsts Love Is Sight Deliberate Greatest Love

Book:Lust's dominion; or, The lascivious queen. Hero and Leander. Certain of Ovid's elegies. Epigrams and elegies by John Davies and Christopher Marlowe. The first book of Lucan. Ovid's Elegies

Source: Lust's dominion; or, The lascivious queen. Hero and Leander. Certain of Ovid's elegies. Epigrams and elegies by John Davies and Christopher Marlowe. The first book of Lucan. Ovid's Elegies

“Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.”