Can he love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn, to be on fire - like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise.
To die for love - what could be more glorious?
(Source: diedandturnedintobarrowman)
One of my favorite scenes in any movie ever.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. Or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no! It is an ever fixed...