Quotes About Love

Love' is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

Love' is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own." Ben

She was relaxed with what she was - liked herself as Lazarus thought of it - and liking yourself was the necessary first step toward loving other people.

I grok people now, Jill . . . Little Brother . . . precious darling . . . little imp with lively legs and lovely lewd lascivious lecherous licentious libido . . . beautiful bumps and pert posterior . . . soft voice and gentle hands. My baby darling." "Why

The noblest fate that a man can endure is to place his own mortal body between his loved home and the war's desolation

Look, kids, I've seen every possible type of joy house and pleasure dome. Happiness is in the heart, not in that stuff.

beauty will lure a man into bed, but it won't bring him back a second time, unless he's awfully young or very stupid.

I could not make him understand that Heaven was not Heaven to me without Margrethe

My husband is a brute. And I've got a cruel stepmother just like Snow White. I mean, Cinderella. And my Pop thinks I'm imaginary. But I love you all anyway because you're all I've got.

Jacob, even though I find it necessary to leave you … I love and respect you … and will always listen to you.

To fall in love is to project the most noble and infinitely valuable part of one's being onto another human being (..) the divinity we see in others is truly there, but we don't have the right to see it until we have taken away our own projections. (..) in-loveness obliterates the humanity of the beloved. One does a curious kind of insult to another by falling in love with him, for we are really looking at our own projection of God, not at the other person.

Romantic love always consists in the projection of the soul-image. When a woman falls in love it is animus that she sees projected onto the mortal man before her. When a man drinks of the love potion, it is anima, his soul, that he sees superimposed on a woman.

When we're in love, we put our gold—our expectations—on the other person, and this obliterates her. There is no relatedness.

No aspect of the human psyche can live in a healthy state unless it is balanced by its complementary opposite. If the masculine mind tries to live without its "other half," the feminine soul, then the masculine becomes unbalanced, sick, and finally monstrous. Power without love becomes brutality. Feeling without masculine strength becomes woolly sentimentality. When one side of human nature grows out of balance with the other, it becomes a tyranny in the soul.

Aphrodite often shows her tyrannical side and thinks her word is law.

We haven't evolved much further in our own century. Our religion is romance: We locate the divine world in physical people—the people with whom we fall in love.

To fall in love is to project the most noble part of one's being onto another human being (..) the divinity we see in others is truly there, but we don't have the right to see it until we have taken away our own projections. (..) in-loveness obliterates the humanity of the beloved. One does a curious kind of insult to another by falling in love with him, for we are really looking at our own projection of God, not at the other person.

Romantic love has always been inextricably tied to spiritual aspiration.

You see, my love. As you've always said, after the rain- Sun. After the darkness- Light. And after the illness- Health. Exactly, said the Tsar. We mustn't give up faith.

Show me a movement that doesn't hate somebody, and I will join it at once.

Like many idle and stupid questions, this proved worth thinking about, for I realized with thunderous emphasis how little Gayness or straightness mattered in human terms: what did matter, in the moral dimension, jumped out at me like a chord in Beethoven — everybody at the party manifested love, care, kindness and support to an almost superhuman degree. These people all loved Don and they exemplified the compassion that, when it appears, makes humans noble and admirable creatures.

Kindness remains, to me, the most wonderful miracle in this incomprehensible universe.

Pessimism is for lightweights There is no straight white line It's the bumps and curves and obstacles That make this road yours and mine Pessimism is for lightweights This road is never easy or straight And living is all about living alive and lively And love will conquer hate

It is possible, and even probable, that nymphs and satyrs and such are only gods who have been apprehended without love-partially, obscurely, distortedly.