• You say that love is nonsense. I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.

    Henry Adams (2015). “Democracy: An American Novel!”, p.168, eKitap Projesi (PublishDrive)
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