How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?
We only regard those unions as real examples of love and real marriages in which a fixed and unalterable decision has been taken. If men or women contemplate an escape, they do not collect all their powers for the task.
In none of the serious and important tasks of life do we arrange such a "getaway." We cannot love and be limited.
I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.
If you have love in your life it can make up for a great many things you lack. If you don't have it, no matter what else there is, it's not enough.
Love and kindness are never wasted. They always make a difference. They bless the one who receives them, and they bless you, the giver.
A sense of duty is useful in work, but offensive in personal relations. People wish to be liked, not be endured with patient resignation.
Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.
Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude.
Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect...
Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.
When we understand that man is the only animal who must create meaning, who must open a wedge into neutral nature, we already understand the essence of love.
Love is the problem of an animal who must find life, create a dialogue with nature in order to experience his own being.
To be loved for what one is, is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what they lend him, their own selves, their version of him.
To be in love is merely to be in a state of perceptual anesthesia -- to mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an ordinary young woman for a goddess.