We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You can't just accept it and leave it in the cupboard or just think it's going to get on by itself. You've got to keep watering it. You've got to really look after it and nurture it.
Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone-but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.
Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; re-made all the time, made new.
By its very nature, hate destroys and tears down; by its very nature, love creates and builds up.
Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.
Marriage is not just spiritual communion, it is also remembering to take out the trash.
Love is like jumping out of an airplane knowing that someone else has packed your chute. You pull the cord hoping that a canopy opens up, but it could very well be packed full of dirty laundry and a half eaten cheese sandwich.
Love is like water. We can fall in it. We can drown in it. And we can't live without it.
Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.