It isn't possible to love and to part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

E. M. Forster (1879-1970)

All deep emotions leave scars on the heart and in that sense they are all eternal as long as we are.

I never noticed how much E.M. Forster started looking like a Marx brother...



Firefly: Not that I care, but where is your husband?

Mrs. Teasdale: Why, he's dead.

Firefly: I'll bet he's just using that as an excuse.

Mrs. Teasdale: I was with him to the very end.

Firefly: Hmmph. No wonder he passed away.

Mrs. Teasdale: I held him in my arms and kissed him.

Firefly: Oh, I see. Then, it was murder. Will you marry me? Did he leave you any money? Answer the second question first.

Mrs. Teasdale: He left me his entire fortune.

Firefly: Is that so? Can't you see what I'm trying to tell you? I love you! [jumps into her arms]

Mrs. Teasdale: Oh, your Excellency!

Firefly: You're not so bad yourself.

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It neither is what it isn't, nor isn't what it is. Granted, many things aren’t what they were, but will be what they are

E.M.Forster speaks of love as if he truly experienced it. Ao Gays are capable of real love. What do you have to say to that, Pat Robertson, a amn who never felt love for anything but himself.

"Are humans capable of real love or is it we need purpose."

I think 'purpose' is like a 'salve', that when placed upon the heart, draws us out of our selves and helps to draw out our suffering --love does the same thing, only it is more like a healing 'balm'. A kiss from a loved one can heal many, many things.