To be in love is merely to be in a state of perpetual anesthesia: To mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an — H. L. Mencken
To be in love is merely to be in a state of perpetual anesthesia: To mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an — H. L. Mencken
To be in love is merely to be in a state of perpetual anesthesia: To mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an — H. L. Mencken
To be in love is merely to be in a state of perpetual anesthesia: To mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an — H. L. Mencken
To be in love is merely to be in a state of perpetual anesthesia: To mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an — H. L. Mencken
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To be in love is merely to be in a state of perpetual anesthesia: To mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an ordinary young woman for a goddess.

— H. L. Mencken
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Passion creates, addiction consumes. — Gabor Maté, In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts: Close Encounters with Addiction
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Grant kissed my neck that I offered up like a willing victim in True Blood. Take me... Bite me. Lick me. Oh this was mad — Valerie Alexander
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