Choosing whom you love is the most political decision you can make.
What I mean by love. . . is this. A sympathetic liking--excited by fancy, directed by judgment--and to which is joined also a most sincere desire of the good and happiness of its object.
We must know who we are, so we can know what we want, so we don't end up wanting the wrong thing and get it and realize we don't want it, because by then it's too late. We are powerful enough that we can manifest anything into our lives. To use this power with great care and love is the secret to living a happy life.
She wants to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.
It seems to me that true love is a discipline.
Not only is true love rare and true rebellion rare, real love is itself a radical form of rebellion - engagement, thinking, and being - and therefore happens in the context of a larger project of justice, liberation, and critical thinking.
The labor of self-love is a heavy one indeed.
Love is the only rule in self-discovery. If you've forgotten that rule, you've forgotten everything. It's not what you can get; it's what you can give.
Love is more than a candle, love can ignite the stars.
I love kids, and I'm great with them, but I also love being able to give them back.
Truth without love is imperious self-righteousn ess. Love without truth is cowardly self-indulgence.
Love is our highest word and the synonym for God.
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is than a fattened ox and hatred with it.
Love is life, love is god, love is sannyas!
Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them.
The notion that love is abroad in the world has shaped my life.
Are you angry with someone? Pray for that person. That is what Christian love is.
Yes, it's crazy. Love is either crazy or it's nothing at all.
Some have asked if the stock of men could not be improved,--if they could not be bred as cattle. Let Love be purified, and all therest will follow. A pure love is thus, indeed, the panacea for all the ills of the world.
Love. . . is a quicksilver word; though you see plainly where it is, you have only to put your finger on it to find that it is not there but someplace else.