Who loves, raves.
Before I met my husband, I’d never fallen in love. I’d stepped in it a few times.
This love is silent.
All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.
Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.
The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity – love. And the story of a love is not important – what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.
The journey from teaching about love to allowing myself to be loved proved much longer than I realised.
My wife, my family, my friends – they’ve all taught me things about love and what that emotion really means. In a nutshell, loving someone is about giving, not receiving.
At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love.
People happy in love have an air of intensity.
Do you have to have a reason for loving?
Stand by your man. Give him two arms to cling to and something warm to come to.
Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.
If you’ve got love you’ve got life, if you can love you can live.
The crime of loving is forgetting.
Love has a tide!
Love… it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
The praise that comes from love does not make us vain, but more humble.
We don’t believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.
Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
All mankind love a lover.
