And by golly, love sure was a battlefield. Benatar was right about that.
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon your reason and your judgment wage war against your passion and your appetite.
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Love is the battlefield, those who want true love has to fight for it. Beyond differences created by humans such as caste, creed, country, religion, race and culture.
The whole terrible fight occured in the area of imagination. That is the precise location of our battlefield. It is there, that we experience our victories and defeats.
Fighting is like champagne. It goes to the heads of cowards as quickly as of heroes. Any fool can be brave on a battlefield when it's be brave or else be killed.
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The parties with the most gain never show up on the battlefield.