I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love.

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I have loved to the point of madness; that which...
I have loved to the point of madness; that which...
I have loved to the point of madness; that which...
I have loved to the point of madness; that which...
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In this quote, Oscar Wilde talks about the nature of love. In addition to the nature of love, he talks about what it means to have a healthy love. When we love something to the point of madness, we are going above and beyond normal limits. We are going to a place where we know that if we fail, we will be heartbroken.

This is not love in a healthy sense. We need to find a healthy balance in our relationships with others.

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