The first step to loving someone else is to recognize the evil in ourselves, so we can forgive them.
Loving someone liberates the lover as well as the beloved. And that kind of love comes with age.
There's no such thing as effortless beauty - you should know that. There's no effort which is not beautiful - lifting a heavy stone or loving you. Loving you is like lifting a heavy stone. It would be easier not to do it and I'm not quite sure why I am doing it. It takes all my strength and all my determination, and I said I wouldn't love someone again like this. Is there any sense in loving someone you can only wake up to by chance?
Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the true worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul. . . You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.
I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.
Loving someone and having them love you back is the most precious thing in the world.
It is better than going on loving someone who cannot love me back. Better wasting all that feelings" -Tessa gray
I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness.
But I know loving someone means losing a part of myself.
I love being in love.
Loving someone who doesn't love you back is like hugging a cactus. The tighter you hold on, the more it's going to hurt.
Do not demand love. Begin to love. You will be loved.
But I also meant that loving someone really opening your heart to them is just asking to have your heart smashed and handed back to you in little pieces.
Maybe that was the price of loving someone: You lost your grasp of where they ended and you began.
You don't stop loving someone just because you hate them.
A good marriage is loving someone in a lot of different circumstances. Respect for them and their views and ideas and the life that they're leading with you. Shared values and interests. A good sense of humour. And a little volatility along the way.
Loving someone is a loss of freedom -- but one doesn't think of it as loss because one gains so much else.
When I love somebody, I like him to be around; I like him to take me out to dinner; I like to look at the sunset with him. But if not, I love him and I hope he's looking at the same sun I am. Loving someone liberates the lover as well as the beloved. And that kind of love comes with age. Some of this wisdom came to me after I was 50 or 60.
Relationships carry the whole universe within them. They can be everything, nothing, here, then gone. One moment, loving someone makes you shine; the next, it feels like matter and antimatter colliding.
Love, when it is pure, has a revitalizing effect upon others, and in the presence of a truly loving person others grow and expand into a healthier state of being. Without deep reverence for the beloved, such a refreshing stream cannot flow from the heart of the lover.