Man invents war. Man discovers peace. He invents war from without. He discovers peace from within. War man throws. Peace man sows. The smile of war is the flood of human blood. The smile of peace is the love, below, above.
Sri Chinmoy
Hatred is a disguised form of love. You can only hate someone whom you really wish to love, because if you were totally indifferent to that person, you could not even get up enough energy to hate him.
Sri Chinmoy
Life is nothing but the expansion of love. We can cultivate divine love by entering into the Source. The Source is God, who is all Love.
Sri Chinmoy
Man is by nature a lover. Only he has yet to discover the real thing to love. This quest awakens him to the fulfillment of his real Self.
Sri Chinmoy
World-peace can be achieved when the power of love replaces the love of power.
Sri Chinmoy
Do not judge but love and be loved, if you want to be really happy.
Sri Chinmoy
Is the world so unbearable? No! What we need is only a little more love for the world.
Sri Chinmoy
Love, like medicine, is only the art of encouraging nature.
Pierre Ambroise Franois Choderlos de Laclos
The shame love causes is like its pain; we only feel it once. We may feign it afterwards, but we do not feel it. However, the pleasure remains, and that is indeed something.
Pierre Ambroise Franois Choderlos de Laclos
Only love can make one happy.
Pierre Ambroise Franois Choderlos de Laclos
The spiritual meaning of love is measured by what it can do. Love is meant to heal. Love is meant to renew. Love is meant to bring us closer to God.
Deepak Chopra
The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists, as the mother can love the unborn child.
Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
By poeticizing love, we imagine in those we love virtues that they often do not possess; this then becomes the source of constant mistakes and constant distress.
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov
Love is a scandal of the personal sort.
Anton Pavlovich Chekhov