At last you kissed me, I could die in waves again, and one good lick of quicksand took.
If I abuse myself daily, who can I love?
All ideologies end up killing people. If you separate love from nonviolence you turn nonviolence into an ideology, a gimmick. Structures that are not inhabited by justice and love have no liberating or reconciling force, and are never sources of life.
Celebrate within yourself that wonderful treasure. . . true kindness.
Kindness trumps greed: it asks for sharing. Kindness trumps fear: it calls forth gratefulness and love. Kindness trumps even stupidity, for with sharing and love, one learns.
Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.
When I say I love Eastland, it sounds preposterous a man who brutalizes people. But you love him or you wouldn't be here. You're going to Mississippi to create social change and you love Eastland in your desire to create conditions which will redeem his children. Loving your enemy is manifest in putting your arms not around the man but around the social situation, to take power from those who misuse it at which point they can become human too.
I love inspirational R&B, like Mary J. Blige and Jennifer Hudson. I want to do that. That kind of music stays with you.
Love, like truth and beauty, is concrete. Love is not fundamentally a sweet feeling; not, at heart, a matter of sentiment, attachment, or being "drawn toward. " Love is active, effective, a matter of making reciprocal and mutually beneficial relation with one's friends and enemies.
Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo.
Where there is love, there is God also.
Hate is too great a burden to bear.
A life without love is like a tree without fruit.
Life is a flow of love.
In reality, in love there is a permanent suffering which joy neutralizes, renders virtual delays, but which can at any moment become what it would have become long earlier if one had not obtained what one wanted -- atrocious.
If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life; it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.
What will survive of us is love.
He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.
You can't touch love, but you can feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.
Shift from judgment to compassion to love.
