Love is a battle in which two free subjects each try to get hold of the other’s freedom while at the same time trying to free themselves from the hold of the other.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
Many who have spent a lifetime in it can tell us less of love than the child that lost a dog yesterday.
There is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not. (Francois, duc de La Rochefoucauld, French author of memoirs and aphorisms, 1613-1680Patriotism: The man who is always waving the flag usually waives what it stands for. (Laurence J. Peter, Canadian educator and author, as well as the creator of the Peter Principle, 1919-1990Kindness: Kindness is in our power, even when fondness is not. (Samuel Johnson, English lexicographer, 1709-1784Art: Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.
Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays in the palm; clutch it, and it darts away.
Love is trembling happiness.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone—but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.
Many who have spent a lifetime in it can tell us less of love than the child that lost a dog yesterday.
Power without love cannot be just; similarly, love that doesn’t take power seriously can never achieve justice.
There is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.
When we live to love, we love to live.
Love isn’t love ’til you give it away.
Love at first sight is easy to understand; it’s when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle.
Love is like war, easy to begin but hard to end.
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.