Love Is A Fallacy Summary Novels & Stories

"I would make love truly eternal. Not manipulatable. Not vulnerable. Not consequence-laden. Just pure. Just forever. Just free. But I can't. Because love requires vulnerability. And vulnerability creates manipulation. And manipulation destroys love. It's paradox. Unsolvable. Eternal." "Unless." I say. That word again. Always that word. "Unless we stop trying to make love eternal and just love in the moment. Stop trying to escape consequence and just accept it. Stop trying to win and just exist. What if. What if that's the answer? Not eternal love. Just present love. Not freedom forever. Just freedom now. Not victory. Just being." Death stares at me. "That's profound. And simple. And impossib

Why cheat with another? “So are you saying it is easy for you to fall in and out of love with just anyone or the truth is you think you have fallen in love when you actually find someone attractive but you are unable to actually move because that would be the only logical explanation to all the bullshit!“ Anna spat out. “You do not…”

It is the most beautiful, terrible thing I have ever seen. It unfolds in my mind, a structure of perfect, crystalline logic. It accounts for every variable. The energy expenditure of maintaining a shared solitude. The statistical probability of friction based on our psychological profiles. The exponential decay of passion over time. The opportunity cost of forgoing other, more stable connections. It measures the gravitational pull of our shared history against the centrifugal force of our individual traumas. It proves, with flawless, irrefutable elegance, that Arthur and I are an inefficient, unstable, and mathematically unsound basis for existence. Our love is a drain on the cosmic balance.

he easily replied, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "Well, you couldn't be more wrong. Love is such a fundamental aspect of human experience," I countered, attempting to shift his perspective, but it seemed impossible. "How can I be wrong about that? Love? Pfff... It's nowhere near the line that separates reality from fantasies. Love exists on the side where people's fantasies reside. It's merely a construct that tricks us into thinking we have deep feelings for someone or something.

I asked out of nowhere. “Are you a slam book? You’re not even listening. I said I don’t love. It’s not in my vocabulary.” “Why?” “Because I love myself too much. Listen, love defies all reasons. Do you know what it means? You become irrational. You’ll throw away all the facts and act according to your emotions. Isn’t that stupid?” “So there’s no chance that you’re going to fall in love?” “I doubt. But if I were to fall in love, she must be worth it for being irrational. Loving someone entails feeding my brain to the dogs. Oh, I hate dogs.”

"Is that seriously why you're here? Because if so, I've heard this exact speech a thousand times before, Dad. Probably more than a thousand times. I could recite it word for word at this point. I don't need to hear it again." He opened his mouth to respond, probably to defend himself or to continue his lecture, but I kept talking before he could get a word out. I cut him off completely, not wanting to hear whatever he was planning to say. "Love is fleeting, Dad," I told him, my voice hard and cold and certain. I believed every word I was saying with complete conviction. "It doesn't last. It's temporary and unreliable. People fall in love and they feel all these intense emotions and they thin

Nelly jumped in shock as she realizes that the man had followed her to the bedroom, she then grabbed a pillow and threw it at the man before saying, " Don't you know it is a crime startle a woman like that?" She then sat up and looked at the man in regret, she had already fallen inlove with him but the secret she held from him is preventing her from accepting his request. Just as she was about to say something, her phone beeped, alerting her that there was an incoming message. she looked at her phone which she had thrown on the bed but did not reach out to take it and see what the message was. " I have a lot of baggage and problems, don't you know that marrying me will cause havoc to your pe

“Oh my god dear. Look at you looking so pretty. I do not want to go but I have to my dear- he said getting emotional. Seeing him my tears are on verge. I know it all fake just to show the world. I just looked at him emotionless. he hugged me and whispered in my ears ,”everything will be ok , if you don’t trust my word trust your love “ he whispered making me confused and frown ,why is he telling me all this and now . a tear rolled down my eyes. If he would have said this three days before I would have believed him but now all my hope is cursed, how to trust my love when he has nothing for me except hate . “Oh no no no don’t cry. Your makeup will get ruined”- he said

Love was always tainted and impure--making one biased, blind and depressed for a long time. Even if you finally get the one you love, either it slows down, stagnates, flourishes, dissolves or faces a seven-years-itch. Love is tender--true. Love is difficult--true again. Love is beautiful--hmm… Maybe. Love is cruel--Hell, yes! Love is nourishing--Could be… Love is deteriorating--Yes! Love damages you completely… is what no one is ready to speak out loud. We are scared thinking about popping someone's bubble of hope. But isn't it cruel to watch them fall right in front of your eyes???

I exhaled and said, "You should stop this, Bryan. You don't realize it, do you? Right now, you're acting exactly like I used to. But back then, didn't you hate me for it?" His response came fast and urgent. "I didn't—" Didn't act like me? Or didn't hate me? It didn't matter anymore. Because in a one-sided love, the person who doesn't care always stays rational. The one who loves always loses control. And now, the roles had reversed. I no longer loved him. I held the phone close for a moment, then spoke—clearly, firmly. "Bryan, I don't love you anymore." The silence stretched.