Free love? As if love is anything but free! Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the world have failed to buy love. Man has subdued bodies, but all the power on earth has been unable to subdue love. Man has conquered whole nations, but all his armies could not conquer love. Man has chained and fettered the spirit, but he has been utterly helpless before love. High on a throne, with all the splendor and pomp his gold can command, man is yet poor and desolate, if love passes him by. And if it stays, the poorest hovel is radiant with warmth, with life and color. Thus love has the magic power to make of a beggar a king. Yes, love is free; it can dwell in no other atmosphere.
Infantile love follows the principle: "I love because I am loved."
Mature love follows the principle: "I am loved because I love."
Immature love says: "I love you because I need you."
Mature love says: "I need you because I love you."
ve doesn't make the world go 'round; love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
Your body needs to be held and to hold, to be touched and to touch. None of these needs is to be despised, denied, or repressed. But you have to keep searching for your body's deeper need, the need for genuine love. Every time you are able to go beyond the body's superficial desires for love, you are bringing your body home and moving toward integration and unity.
If I am not worth the wooing, I am surely not worth the winning.
You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation...and that is called loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else.
I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time.
Tell me whom you love and I will tell you who you are.
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
On reflection, one of the things I needed to learn was to allow myself to be loved.
Love does not die easily. It is a living thing. It thrives in the face of all of life's hazards, save one -- neglect.
The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.
We are the leaves of one branch, the drops of one sea, the flowers of one garden.
When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace.
Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.
If love is the answer, could you rephrase the question?
Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then. (my fave lol)
After all these years, I see that I was mistaken about Eve in the beginning; it is better to live outside the Garden with her than inside it without her.
To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.
Hatred ever kills, love never dies. Such is the vast difference between the two. What is obtained by love is retained for all time. What is obtained by hatred proves a burden in reality for it increases hatred.
The best love affairs are those we never had.
The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.
Do you love me because I'm beautiful,
or am I am beautiful because you love me?
well there ya go happy valentine's day :-)
