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In some men compassion for a woman goes beyond all conceivable limits. Their responsiveness places her in unrealizable positions, not to be found in the world, existing only in imagination, and on account of her they are jealous of the surrounding air, of the laws of nature, of the millennia that went by before her.

Doctor Zhivago
You and I, it's as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.

Doctor Zhivago
They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the «blaze of passion» often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet.

Doctor Zhivago
I don't think I could love you so much if you had nothing to complain of and nothing to regret. I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and of little value. Life hasn't revealed its beauty to them.

Doctor Zhivago
Maybe - maybe love makes you suspicious and doubting. Is it true that when you love a woman you are never sure - never sure of her because you aren't sure of yourself?

East of Eden
A man so painfully in love is capable of self-torture beyond belief.

East of Eden
Only women are really able to love.

Snow Country
Now, even more than the evening before, he could think of no one with whom to compare her. She had become absolute, beyond comparison. She had become decision and fate.

Thousand Cranes
I suppose even a woman's hatred is a kind of love.

Beauty and Sadness
Like a bicycle, like a wheel that, once rolling, is stable only so long as it keeps moving but falls when its momentum stops, so the game between a man and woman, once begun, can exist only so long as it progresses. If the forward movement today is no more than it was yesterday, the game is over.

Cancer Ward
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