Cuando no se ama demasiado no se ama lo suficiente

Passion cannot be beautiful without excess; one either loves too much or not enough.

If we are the same person before and after we loved, that means we haven't loved enough.

Maybe I love too much and maybe I show it too little.

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone- but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, to yielding.

It is a fact that I don’t get enough love, I never did get enough love,

When we love too much it is difficult to discover when we have ceased to be beloved.

Nothing can be loved too much,
but all things can be loved
in the wrong way.

When love is in excess, it brings a man no honor, no worthiness.

I think you can love a person too much.

You put someone up on a pedestal, and all of a sudden, from that perspective, you notice what's wrong - a hair out of place, a run in a stocking, a broken bone. You spend all your time and energy making it right, and all the while, you are falling apart yourself. You don't even realize what you look like, how far you've deteriorated, because you only have eyes for someone else.

Whoever extolls him as a God of love, does not think highly enough of love itself.

It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.

LIKE MOTHER, LIKE LOVER

There is the mother
Who cooks too much
To feed her children,
And there is the mother
Who cooks too little,
Or not at all.

There is the bird
That returns to its nest
With just a frail worm
And feeds it to her babies,
And there is the bird
That kills its frail babies
Just to eat the worm.

There is the lover
Who argues that
There is never
Enough love,
And there is the other lover
Who argues that love is
All there ever
Was.

Could there be a snare in too much beauty? Could there be too much expectation of good, and too much fiath?

Could ever there be too much love?

And could love require lies?