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The Trap ~ Jack Vettriano

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If you love and get hurt, love more. If you love more and hurt more, love even more. If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more…

William Shakespeare

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“From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me. Pleasure hides love from us, but pain reveals it in its essence.”

Oscar Wilde, The Complete Letters of Oscar Wilde 

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Samson and Delilah - Jose Echenagusia

1887

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The Progress of Love : Love Letters - Jean-Honoré Fragonard  (1732 - 1806) 

1771-1772

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 The Frick Collection: Fragonard Room

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Arm of the Seine near Giverny at Sunrise  ~ Claude Monet

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"Once Upon a Dream"

Sleeping Beauty (Soundtrack)

1959

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There was no answer, except the general answer life gives to all the most complex and insoluble questions. That answer is: one must live for the needs of the day, in other words, become oblivious.

Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina 

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Blindman's bluff ~ Jean-Honoré Fragonard

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(1968) Bee Gees - I Started a Joke [Idea]

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Man is the only animal for whom his own existence is a problem which he has to solve.

Erich Fromm

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Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses? Come down from your fences, open the gate It may be rainin’, but there’s a rainbow above you You better let somebody love you, before it’s too late

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The Eagles - Desperado

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Haskell Moore : "There is a natural order to this world, and those who try to upend it do not fare well. This movement will never survive; if you join them, you and your entire family will be shunned. At best, you will exist a pariah to be spat at and beaten-at worst, to be lynched or crucified. And for what? For what? No matter what you do it will never amount to anything more than a single drop in a limitless ocean." Adam Ewing : "What is an ocean but a multitude of drops?"

David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

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We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.

T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party 

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"I am mastering my love for you and turning it inwards as a constituent element of myself." 

— Jean-Paul Sartre