What Is Love Quotes

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

One word
Frees us of all the weight and pain of life:
That word is love.

Love is not breathlessness; It is not excitement; It is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love”, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Love’s blindness consists oftener in seeing what is not there than in seeing what is.

I almost can’t believe I’m going to make myself vulnerable to him again. But what is love but the most extreme and exquisite form of risk perception? I know that relationships don’t last. And yet, with him, the risk of not being with him is much worse than any other hurt I can imagine.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake.

When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love has always won. There have been tyrants and murderers and for a time they seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall… think of it, always.

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you

Thou demandest what is love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves, when we find within our own thoughts the chasm of an insufficient void, and seek to awaken in all things that are, a community with what we experience within ourselves.

For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.

Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

What is love? Sometimes it’s just letting yourself be who and what you are, and letting the person you’re supposed to love be who and what he is too. Or maybe what and who they are.

Have you fallen in love, Will Henry?” “That’s stupid.” “What is? Love, or my question?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t know? You’ve tried that trick once. What do you suppose it will work better the second time?” “I don’t love her. She bothers me.” “You have just defined the very thing you denied.

What is love? The need of coming out of one’s self.

What is love of one’s country; is it hate of one’s uncountry? Then it’s not a good thing.

Sometimes it’s a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.