We cannot say why. The reason for love is love. The reason for love is that we love.
No reason is needed for loving.
Lovers need to know how to lose themselves and then how to find themselves again.
Love is the force that transforms and improves the Soul of the World.
It has been said that love robs those who have it of their wit, and gives it to those who have none.
The wise are wise only because they love.
Hope it is that nourishes love.
Your life will be good and secure when aliveness will mean more to you than security; love more than money; your freedom more than party line or public opinion
Religion has done love a great service by making it a sin.
Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.
Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.
All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.
Ignorance and bungling with love are better than wisdom and skill without.
Love and compassion are necessities, not luxuries. Without them humanity cannot survive.
May we so love as never to have occasion to repent of our love!
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
All major religious traditions carry basically the same message, that is love, compassion and forgiveness the important thing is they should be part of our daily lives.
Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.
Love is always before you. Love it.
His whole life's bright career was love.
It is difficult to define love; all we can say is, that in the soul it is a desire to rule, in the mind it is a sympathy, and in the body it is a hidden and delicate wish to possess what we love—Plus many mysteries.
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.
We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.
One is very crazy when in love.
This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.
The fickleness of the women I love is only equalled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.
What do I care about the purring of one who cannot love, like the cat?
Love and work... work and love, that's all there is.
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
