Quote by Joyce Brothers
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.
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?
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.
I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
And love of power, is inconsistent with goodness; but quite consistent with the very opposite qualities--pride, cunning, cruelty.
We conceal it from ourselves in vain - we must always love something. In those matters seemingly removed from love, the feeling is secretly to be found, and man cannot possibly live for a moment without it.
If a person loves only one other person and is indifferent to all others, his love is not love but a symbiotic attachment, or an enlarged egotism.
People need love. Life without tenderness and without love is just a mechanism for dry grinding and heartbreaking.