21. Love definition by famous persons

Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blow up the bonfire.

An act of love that fails is just as much a part of the divine life as an act of love that succeeds, for love is measured by fullness, not by reception

It is a lovely thing to have a husband and wife developing together and having the feeling of falling in love again. That is what marriage really means: helping one another to reach the full status of being persons, responsible and autonomous beings who do not run away from life.

Love, you know, seeks to make happy rather than to be happy.

The most eloquent silence; that of two mouths meeting in a kiss.

A low self-love in the parent desires that his child should repeat his character and fortune.

In this world no one rules by love; if you are but amiable, you are no hero; to be powerful, you must be strong, and to have dominion you must have a genius for organizing.

It is astonishing how little one feels alone when one loves.

Love is everything. It is the key to life, and its influences are those that move the world.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch is, and it darts away.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.

Love makes the wildest spirit tame, and the tamest spirit wild.

Love means tearing down the separateness and the boundaries between your heart feelings and another person.

Purity,patience, and preserverance are the three essentials to success, and above all: love.

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.

Our first and last love is... self-love.

The bonds that unite another person to ourselves exist only in our mind. Memory as it grows fainter relaxes them, and notwithstanding the illusion by which we would fain be cheated and with which, out of love, friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we cheat other people, we exist alone. Man is the creature that cannot emerge from himself, that knows his fellows only in himself; when he asserts the contrary, he is lying.

The cure for all the ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows, and the crimes of humanity, all lie in that one word ''Love.'' It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

We only love truly once. It is the first time and succeeding passions are less uncontrolled.

For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of pleasure, assuage what I find of pain.

Measure not God's love and favour by your own feeling. The sun shines as clearly in the darkest day as it does in the brightest. The difference is not in the sun, but in some clouds which hinder the manifestation of the light thereof.

My heart is ever at your service.

Real success is finding your lifework in the worth that you love.

The happiest moments in life is to love and to be loved.

The only part of me I ever loved was the heart that you're in.

Whenever you are confronted with an opponent. Conquer him with love.

Where love rules, there is no will to power; where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.

Aesthetic emotion puts man in a state favorable to the reception of erotic emotion…. Art is the accomplice of love. Take love away and there is no longer art.

Don't worry about growing older or pleasing others. Please yourself.

If we judge of love by its usual effects, it resembles hatred more than friendship.

Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

People love others not for who they are, but for how they make them feel.

The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

A little kindness from person to person is better than a vast love for all humankind.

A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, no one knows; Love can erase an awful past, Love can be yours, you'll see at last; To feel that love, it makes you sigh, To have it leave, you'd rather die; You hope you've found that special rose, 'Cause you love and care for the one you chose

Know that holiness too is a part of love and you are a saint of my destiny, a religion of my life, a belief of the forgotten being inside me, the stranger that I am, headed for nowhere, knowing that where it is I will find my fulfilment through death, expecting yourself.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within

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

We all want Great Love because this is how we are built. We so often use this expression of the soul mates. We all want it to be true because, when we truly find our soul mates, we all want to end forever this continuous torment which is our own existence. Every time, the result is cruel and precise.
The torment of our life will never end as long as we live.

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.

Matters of religion should never be matters of controversy. We neither argue with a lover about his taste, nor condemn him, if we are just, for knowing so human a passion.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

Where we love is home, home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.

A woman can't be alone. She needs a man. A man and a woman support and strengthen each other. She just can't do it by herself.

If you make people think they're thinking, they'll love you; but if you really make them think, they'll hate you.

It is easy to halve the potato where there is love.

My life is an indivisible whole, and all my attitudes run into one another; and they all have their rise in my insatiable love for mankind.

Thou art to me a delicious torment.

Love is the enchanted dawn of every heart.

The spiritual meaning of love is measured by what it can do. Love is meant to heal. Love is meant to renew. Love is meant to bring us closer to God.

What the heart gives away is never gone ... It is kept in the hearts of others.

When you plant lettuce, if it does not grow well, you don't blame the lettuce. You look for reasons it is not doing well. It may need fertilizer, or more water, or less sun. You never blame the lettuce. Yet if we have problems with our friends or our family, we blame the other person. But if we know how to take care of them, they will grow well, like the lettuce. Blaming has no positive effect at all, nor does trying to persuade using reason and argument. That is my experience. If you understand, and you show that you understand, you can love, and the situation will change

Then we have to run towards Nowhere, to shout that we want to keep the wind on the top of our palms so wrinkled by time, to look towards our Creating Factor and Unique Accidental one and say: This is your Accidental Occurrence, our Intended Destiny, such a sad Destiny as sad as your Accidental Occurrence was in this magical world of Knowledge!
Then our Creating Factor will face our sacred self because it will face towards Him!

A job is what we do for money; work is what we do for love.

Close friends love you for who you are, not what they want you to be.

I have said nothing because there is nothing I can say that would describe how I feel as perfectly as you deserve it

I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours. I love to keep it by me: the idea of getting rid of it nearly breaks my heart.

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It is not empathy I seek. I found what I was looking for... envy me!

Love is only half the illusion; the lover, but not his love, is deceived.

The chimerical pursuit of perfection is always linked to some important deficiency, frequently the inability to love.

There is nothing better for the spirit or the body than a love affair. It elevates the thoughts and flattens the stomachs.

To love another person is to see the face of God.

I have starred in the endless sky, where only clouds can run free, understanding that if will go beyond those clouds, if I conquer the entire universe I will conquer NOTHING, because this is a lie too, as big as I am, a mere Illusion of my Life or other bloody illusions of the lives of other that loose themselves in their reflection in other destinies giving birth to the historical evolution of this lie and with it to the holy book of the spirituality of peoples, in fact the holy book of the spirituality of illusions that were once reflected as images, just like flashes in the Great Void-Being.

It is only by spring that the death of the autumns returns.
What about winter, which is death? When the pure snow white covers the naked bodies of the trees that no longer have leaves, when they sleep dreaming about the new leaves that will come over their bodies with bark covered by ice and freezing?
Do these trees know that they are just like our ancestors, that for generations produced branches of offspring in our history, of each one of us, even if these branches, some of them forgotten, have been almost fully burned by the original sin that came as a curse on our beings when we lots our Sacred Self, the divinity in us.
As not even trees know how beautiful they are, in the eyes of the people, during spring, when they give birth to death, we do not know how beautiful we can be at the time of the first kiss or of the first love words to those for which we are, just as trees are for us: a wonder of nature, of the spring.
Why should we not find peace and the divinity within us like this, if the trees have done it to? Or they do not know this peace? Should they have an Original Sin too? Are they as cursed as the humans are?
But why are we humans cursed? Good God Creating Factor and Unique Accidental one, why, in this dream of yours, did you allow this whisper of pain, that is the Man to be also cursed? Wasn’t it enough that he was so frail in this huge ocean of suffering of his desecrated history?