I don't believe love is fickle. I believe when you love someone, you are allowed to love from afar. You don't have to be with that person in order to love him.
Love is not to be purchased, and affection has no price.
Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world... Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis.
Love is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; it is the principal means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives.
Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.
The sadness of the women's movement is that they don't allow the necessity of love. See, I don't personally trust any revolution where love is not allowed.
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.
With love, you should go ahead and take the risk of getting hurt because love is an amazing feeling.
Love is more pleasant than marriage for the same reason that novels are more amusing than history.
Well, love is insanity. The ancient Greeks knew that. It is the taking over of a rational and lucid mind by delusion and self-destruction. You lose yourself, you have no power over yourself, you can't even think straight.
To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia - to mistake an ordinary young woman for a goddess.
As for what concerns our relations with our fellow men, the anguish in our neighbor's soul must break all precept. All that we do is a means to an end, but love is an end in itself, because God is love.
Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.
I think of love and marriage in the same way I do plants: We have perennials and annuals. The perennial plant blooms, goes away, and comes back. The annual blooms for just a season, and then winter arrives and takes it out for good. But it's still enriched the soil for the next flower to bloom. In the same way, no love is wasted.
One of the problems with the identification of Christianity with love is how such a view turns out to be both anti-Semitic and anti-Catholic. The Jews and Catholics become identified with the law or dogma, in contrast to Protestant Christians, who are about love.
We do not know what love is. We know the symptoms of it, the pleasure, the pain, the fear, the anxiety and so on. We try to solve the symptoms, which becomes a wandering in darkness. We spend our days and nights in this, and it is soon over in death.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving a damn.
