What is love? Love is when one person knows all of your secrets, your 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, even if the rest of the world does.
Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.
Choosing to generate and flow unconditional love is the only permanent way to end suffering.
No, this trick won't work...How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?
In love there are no penalties and no payments, and what is given is indistinguishable from what is received.
Immature love says, "I love you because I need you." Mature love says, "I need you because I love you."
Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.
The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable.
I do not believe it is in our nature to love impartially. We deceive ourselves when we think we can love two beings, even our own children, equally. There is always a dominant affection.
Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do, but how much love we put in that action.
I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.