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Fred's Favorite Quotes About Love |
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| Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence. -- Eric Fromm We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end. When your heart speaks, take good notes. The heart has it's reasons that reason does not know. Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get -- "True love" isn't so much a dreamy feeling that you have as it is an enduring commitment to give sacrificially -- even, or perhaps especially, when you don't feel like it.
When love and skill work together, expect a masterpiece. I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out. Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius. Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. Throw your heart over the fence and the rest will follow. In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.
Life is one fool thing after another whereas love is two fool things after each other. The course of true love never did run smooth. There is no remedy for love but to love more.
Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have, so to speak, pawned apart of their narcissism. The more you judge, the less you love. The beginning of love is a horror of emptiness.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity -- love. And the story of a love is not important -- what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity. Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell. Life is short and we have never too much time for gladdening the hearts of those who are traveling the dark journey with us. Oh be swift to love, make haste to be kind. The despair among the loveless is that they must narcotize themselves before they can touch any human being at all. Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted. Is not absence death to those who love? Those who are loved live poorly and in danger. Ah, that they might surmount themselves and become lovers. Around those who love is sheer security. No one casts suspicion on them anymore, and they themselves are not in a position to betray themselves or each other. To write a good love letter, you ought to begin without knowing what you mean to say, and to finish without knowing what you have written. To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead. Doubt thou the stars are fine You will find, as you look back upon your life, that the moments when you really lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no
one. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up save in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable. Say Yes to the seedlings and a giant forest cleaves the sky. Say Yes to the universe and the planets become your neighbors. Say Yes to dreams of love and freedom. It is the password to
utopia. It seems that it is madder never to abandon one's self than to be infatuated; better to be wounded, a captive and a slave, than always walk in armor. We are shaped and fashioned by what we love. When two people understand each other in their innermost hearts, their words are
sweet and strong like the fragrance of orchids. The art of love ... is largely the art of persistence. Children need love, especially when they don't deserve it. Live the law of love. We encourage obedience to the laws of life when we live the laws of love. People are extremely tender inside, particularly those who act as if they are tough and self-sufficient. And if we'll listen to them with the third ear, the heart, they'll tell us so. We can gain even more by showing love, particularly unconditional love, as this gives people a sense of intrinsic worth and security unrelated to conforming behavior or comparisons with others. Many borrow their security and strength from external appearances, status symbols, positions, achievements and associations. But borrowing strength inevitably builds weakness. We all distrust superficial human relations techniques and manipulative success formulas that are separated from sincere love. I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love. |
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