There was a time, when I blamed my companion if his religion did not resemble mine. Now, however, my heart accepts every form....Love alone is my religion.
Love is the power to see similarity in the dissimilar.
If you don't love yourself, you cannot love others. You will not be able to love others. If you have no compassion for yourself then you are not able of developing compassion for others.
Nothing can be loved or hated unless it is first understood.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
Rekindled love is generally short-term.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.
Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.
Only married people understand you can be miserable and happy at the same time.
I am not sure exactly what Heaven will be like. But I do know that when we die and if comes the time for God to judge us, He will not ask, 'How many good things have you done in your life?' Rather He will ask, 'How much love did you put into what you did?'
Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
We can live without religion and meditation, but we cannot survive without human affection.
I have seen only You, I have admired only You, I desire only You
Be careful of love. It'll twist your brain around and leave you thinking up is down and right is wrong.
If there is such a thing as a good marriage, it is because it resembles friendship rather than love.
Love is the free exercise of choice. Two people love each other only when they are quite capable of living without each other but choose to live with each other.
Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object?
We are not held back by the love we didn't receive in the past, but by the love we're not extending in the present.
Love does not alter the beloved, it alters itself.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.