Honore De Balzac

Sometimes you surf the internet with nothing in mind. Then you stumble onto something that's worth reading. Fact is: I'm bored and I need something worthwhile.

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.

Love is like some fresh spring, first a stream and then a river, changing its aspect and its nature as it flows to plunge itself in some boundless ocean, where restricted natures only find monotony, but where great souls are engulfed in endless contemplation.

Love or hatred must constantly increase between two persons who are always together; every moment fresh reasons are found for loving or hating better.

The fact is that love is of two kinds—one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.

Lovers have a way of using this word "nothing" which implies exactly the opposite.

If you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man's life would only serve to make a chronological table—a fool's notion of history.

& tomorrow, I'd be posting something about loneliness. Another one of those that I'd stumble onto. Summer is a bore, and it's killing me gently. But come to think of it, it's better than going to school. And now, I wanna work. Pft. Nothing's easy, right?