The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
Honore de BalzacRare is the man who suffers no remorse as he passes from the state of confidant to that of rival.
Honore de BalzacThough the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.
Honore de Balzac