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..That love is reverence.. worship.. glory.. the upward glance. Not a bandage for dirty sores.. Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones who’ve never felt it. They make some sort of feeble stew out of sympathy, compassion, contempt.. general indifference, and they call it love. Once you’ve felt what it means to love - the total passion for the total height - you’re incapable of anything less.- A.Rand