The bonds between ourselves and another person exist only in our minds. Memory as it grows fainter loosens them, and notwithstanding the illusion by which we want to be duped and which, out of love, friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we dupe other people, we exist alone. Man is the creature who cannot escape from himself, who knows other people only in himself, and when he asserts the contrary, he is lying.
— Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time (via beyondstyx)
If you love a flower, don’t pick it up.
Because if you pick it up it dies and it ceases to be what you love.
So if you love a flower, let it be.
Love is not about possession.
Love is about appreciation.
Casa di Giulietta in Verona, Italy Known as the balcony where Juliet stood when Romeo declared his love, the house dates from the 13th century. Owned by the family dell Capello, their coat of arms can still be seen on the wall. History says that the Shakespeare tale is just that, as the balcony was added in the 20th century. Inside the house is a small museum and in the courtyard is a bronze sculpture of Juliet – people rub her right breast for luck. But the ultimate in romantic gesturing is the many love notes stuck on the walls and doors in the entrance to the courtyard.