The cementing factor of this unity in multiplicity is Love.
Of all the passions of mankind, the love of novelty most rules the mind. In search of this, from realm to realm we roam. Our fleets come loaded with every folly home.
What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.
While both joy and sorrow are fleeting, and often intertwined, love has the power to overcome both. And love can last forever.
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
When we work to end childhood hunger, we are giving our love to kids who need it so much they will never ask for it.
The magic of first love
Is our ignorance
That it can never end.
Love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.
Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.
A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from beginning another.
Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.
He who is not impatient is not in love.
Marriage enlarges the scene of our happiness and of our miseries. A marriage of love is pleasant, of interest, easy, and where both meet, happy. A happy marriage has in it all the pleasures of friendship, all the enjoyments of sense and reason, and,
When we have ceased to love the stench of the human animal, either in others or in ourselves, then are we condemned to misery, and clear thinking can begin.
Do not keep the alabaster boxes of your love and tenderness sealed up until your friends are dead. Fill their lives with sweetness, speak cheering words while their ears can hear, and while their hearts can be thrilled and made happier by them.
The Family is the Country of the heart. There is an angel in the Family who, by the mysterious influence of grace, of sweetness, and of love, renders the fulfillment of duties less wearisome, sorrows less bitter. The only pure joys unmixed with sadness
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.
Fiction is love and hate and agreement and conflict and common adventure, not lonely musings on have-beens and might-have-beens.
A loving relationship is one in which the loved one is free to be himself to laugh with me, but never at me; to cry with me, but never because of me; to love life, to love himself, to love being loved. Such a relationship is based upon freedom and can never grow in a jealous heart.
In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.
We recognize a soul mate by the supreme level of comfort and security we feel with that person. That doesnt mean that there arent issues that remain to be ironed out. Rather, it means we know intuitively that we can resolve issues with our soul mate without losing his or her love and respect.
In our imaginations we believe that love is apart from us.
Actually there is nothing but love, once we are ready to accept it.
When you truly find love, you find yourself.
On the path to love, impossibilities are resolved by turning non-love into love.
With spiritual growth comes new creative potential, leading to the realization that you are pure potential, able to fill any creative impulse.
Remember, in our inmost being, we are all completely lovable because spirit is love. Beyond what anyone can make you think or feel about yourself, your unconditioned spirit stands, shining with a love nothing can tarnish.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.