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What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.
Sep 10, 2025
What is love?/ One name for it is knowledge.
What is love? Love to me is god.
What is loved is a hit. What is a hit is loved.
Love! What is love? It's nothing. It's just a word. It doesn't exist. Only pleasure is important.
What is love? Sometimes it's just letting yourself be who and what you are, and letting the person you're supposed to love be who and what he is too. Or maybe what and who they are.
What is Love compared with holing out before your opponent?
Never marry but for love; but see that thou lov'st what is lovely.
What is love at first sight but a proof of the powerful but silent language of physiognomy?
How do you get out of a belief system? First you have to destruct the belief system. Traditionally, the teacher is supposed to remove your ignorance. But when you remove ignorance, you start with removing what is causing the ignorance, which is your belief system. So the teacher's job indeed is to first deconstruct your belief system. And then to give you inspiration so you'll go out to create a path to discover what is spirit, what is beauty, what is love, because these things nobody can teach you. So teaching really should be a demolition job.
What is love but a prelude to sorrow...with heartache ahead for your goal.
What is love without passion? - A garden without flowers, a hat without feathers, tobogganing without snow.
What is love ... Oh baby, don't hurt me ... Don't hurt me no more.
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.
What is love? From the spiritual and inner point of view, love is self-expansion. Human love binds and is bound. Divine Love expands, enlarges itself.
If someone asks, But what is Love? Answer, Dissolving the will.
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies not plenty; Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
If you take away money, if you take away the houses and things, who are we really? What is love really about? What is it to love each other? Why do we stay together, and why do all the kids split? All these questions I have really deep inside of me.
What is love? Love is when one person knows all of your secrets, deepest, darkest, most dreadful secrets of which no one else in the world knows. And yet in the end, that one person does not think any less of you.
What is God? The eternal one life underneath all the forms of life. What is love? To feel the presence of the one life deep within yourself and all creatures; to be it! Therefore, all love is the love of God.
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung.
Whenever you are confronted with an opponent. Conquer him with love.
Have you fallen in love, Will Henry?" "That's stupid." "What is? Love, or my question?" "I don't know." "You don't know? You've tried that trick once. What do you suppose it will work better the second time?" "I don't love her. She bothers me." "You have just defined the very thing you denied.
What is Love? Listen! It is the rainbow that stands out, in all its glorious many-colored hues, illuminating and making glad again the dark clouds of life. It is the morning and the evening star, that in glad refulgence, there on the awed horizon, call Nature's hearts to an uplifted rejoicing in God's marvelous firmament!
Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time.
Hell is the suffering of being unable to love.
Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves.
Love itself is what is left over when being "in love" has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Love is not breathlessness; It is not excitement; It is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love”, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
The first duty of love is to listen.
Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.
Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.
What is love? When you love somebody then I mean we all want good things to happen to ourselves and keep the bad things at bay. When you love somebody you want that as much for them if not more than you do for yourself.
You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
We are shaped and fashioned by what we love
Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants and murderers and for a time they seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall... think of it, always.
All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
...if use is not an appropriate criterion for decision making in the academic life, what is? Love. ...The virtues of love as a criterion for choosing a college major...it is not pretentious. "Use" is pretentious because it claims to know something about the future that it doesn't really know. Love is immediate... [love] guarantees that you will work to your highest potential...it is part of who you are, and not just something you think, often wrongly, that you can use.
What is love? There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. Therefore, unless you have those weapons that subdue it, the soul plunges through love into an immense abyss.
Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.