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

“One is not in love, one is love.”

“We know so little,
so little, almost nothing
and this is only truth,
when and from where?
from the fissure of infinity
and the unreel of time,
lonely splinters
we wander on dreamy travels,
and the truth a flowing shadow
and it call us,
but the call still is not heard,
nor does the caller reveal his face.
and people voicelessly love and die,
because the truth dosen't speak
but dance in the harmony of unity.”

“I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such,
although I liked a few folk pretty well.
Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch,
for brave men died and empires rose and fell.

For love, girls follow boys to foreign lands,
and men have followed women into hell.
In plays and poems someone understands,
there’s something makes us more than blood and bone.

And more than biological demands
for me love’s like the wind unseen, unknown.
I see the trees are bending where it’s been.
I know that it leaves wreckage where it’s blown.

I really don’t know what "I love you" means.
I think it means don’t leave me here alone…”

“Sometimes we love others how we should love ourselves…”

“We can forget that prayer is not about doing something, but rather about being with Someone. Prayer is an encounter. Mother Teresa would tell her novices that when they entered the chapel, they should say to Jesus: “Here I am, Lord. Love me.” Prayer is not rattling off words, nor a simple psychological activity, nor punching the clock, nor magic, nor ritual words and postures. It is not a monologue where we speak at God, but a dialogue where we converse with Him who is closer to us than we are to ourselves. Prayer is about falling head-over-heels in love with the God who is head-over-heels in love with us.”

“Love is when two people feel the same way about each other and none of them have any recollection of how is started. Of how it began. Love is two people knowing how much they care. Without having to remind each other constantly. Without making each other feel left out. Love is when two people just know. When they understand each other without the use of words. When they speak their own language and no one else seems to get it but them. Love is two people who stay. Who form a bond as they go on. Who can't seem to make sense of their own lives without each other. Love is kind. Two people being patient with each other. Two people giving one another time. Their own time. Every precious moment that could be spent doing something else. Love is two people growing together. Giving each other guidance. Giving each other the kind of spark that sets their souls on fire. Love is showing it. That you care. That you appreciate. That you are willing to sacrifice anything to make the relationship work. Love is two people. Two hearts. Two souls. Two bodies. Fusing. Together. Feeling what the other feels. Knowing what the other knows. And never doubting any of it. Always pushing for greatness. Together. Always seeking a little more.”

“Selfishness comes from too little self-love, not too much, as we compensate for our lack. There’s no such thing as caring for the self too much, just as there’s no such thing as too much genuine affection for others. Our world suffers from too little self-love and too much judgment, insecurity, fear, and mistrust. If we all cared about ourselves more, most of these ills would disappear.”

“Life is good, life is great.
Alaways love and never hate.
Break the rules, stand apart.
Ignore your head, and follow your heart.”

“While they all fall in love with her smile she waits for one who will fall in love with her scars.”