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“You can neither force nor buy real affection; love speaks its way, and own language regardless of high or low-class subjects.”

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“Anyway. I think forcing yourself to keep up appearances and putting up this identity that isn't yours, a mask you don't wear when you're alone, is phony. If you have to do all that stuff to get someone to love you, then can you really say they love you and who you really are? Once you change yourself to win affection, to win love, I don't even know if you can still call you you. If you've built your relationship on pretense and lies, it'll probably fail in some way or another, and if you've fundamentally changed yourself, then it's not really you.”

“He longed for her more than he could say. It was a wonderful thing to be able to truly want someone like this –the feeling was so real, so overpowering. He hadn’t felt this way in ages. Maybe he never had before. Not that everything about it was wonderful: his chest ached, he found it hard to breathe, and a fear, a dark oscillation, had hold of him. But now even that kind of ache had become an important part of the affection he felt. He didn’t want to let that feeling slip from his grasp. Once lost, he might never happen across that warmth again. If he had to lose it, he would rather lose himself.”

“বৃষ্টির আগে ঝড়, বৃষ্টির পরে বন্যা । বর্ষাকালে, অনেক দেশে যখন অজস্র জলে ঘরবাড়ি ভাঙবে, ভাসবে মূক পশু ও মুখর মানুষ, শহরের রাস্তায় যখন সদলবলে গাইবে দুর্ভিক্ষের স্বেচ্ছাসেবক, তোমার মনে তখন মিলনের বিলাস, ফিরে যাবে তুমি বিবাহিত প্রেমিকের কাছে | হে ম্লান মেয়ে, প্রেমে কী আনন্দ পাও, কী আনন্দ পাও সন্তানধারণে ? :মেঘদূত আর মাঝে মাঝে আকাশে হলুদ রঙের অদ্ভূত চাঁদ ওঠে, চঞ্চল বসন্ত কাঁপে গাছের পাতায়, আর অন্ধকারে লাল কাঁকরের পথ পড়ে থাকে অলস স্বপ্ন মতো। সমস্ত দিন, আর সমস্ত রাত্রি ভরে তোমাকে পাবার বাসনা বিষাক্ত সাপের মতো। :প্রেম”

“The Wilcoxes were not lacking in affection; they had it royally, but they did not know how to use it. It was the talent in the napkin, and, for a warm-hearted man, Charles had conveyed very little joy. As he watched his father shuffling up the road, he had a vague regret—a wish that something had been different somewhere—a wish (though he did not express it thus) that he had been taught to say 'I' in his youth.”