“Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get —
only with what you are expecting to give — which is everything.”


Kurt Vonnegut , who was in some ways an extremist about love but also had a
healthy dose of irreverence about it , in The Sirens of Titan:
A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love
whoever is around to be loved.

Anaïs Nin , whose wisdom on love knew no bounds, in A Literate Passion:
Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953 :
What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.

Stendhal in his fantastic 1822 treatise on love :
Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the
will. … there are no age limits for love.

C. S. Lewis, who was a very wise man, in The Four Loves:
There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love
anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be
broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give
your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round
with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up
safe 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. The alternative
to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only
place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the
dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.

Lemony Snicket in Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid :
Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby —
awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.

Susan Sontag, whose illustrated insights on love were among last year’s most
read and shared articles , in As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and
Notebooks, 1964-1980 :
Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love.

Charles Bukowski , who also famously deemed love “a dog from hell,” in this
archival video interview :
Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake
up before the sun comes out. It’s just a little while, and then it burns
away… Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

Shakespeare in A Midsummer Night’s Dream:
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.

Ambrose Bierce, with the characteristic wryness of The Devil’s Dictionary:
Love, n. A temporary insanity curable by marriage.

Katharine Hepburn in Me : Stories of My Life:
Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get — only with
what you are expecting to give — which is everything.

Philosopher and mathematician Bertrand Russell, he of great wisdom, in The
Conquest of Happiness:
Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to
true happiness.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky puts it even more forcefully in The Brothers Karamazov :What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.

Evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins in a letter to his ten-year-old daughter
explaining the importance of evidence in science and in life:
People sometimes say that you must believe in feelings deep inside,
otherwise you’d never be confident of things like ‘My wife loves me’.
But this is a bad argument. There can be plenty of evidence that
somebody loves you. All through the day when you are with somebody
who loves you, you see and hear lots of little tidbits of evidence, and
they all add up. It isn’t purely inside feeling, like the feeling that
priests call revelation. There are outside things to back up the inside
feeling: looks in the eye, tender notes in the voice, little favors and
kindnesses; this is all real evidence.

Paulo Coelho in The Zahir: A Novel of Obsession:
Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us.
When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand
it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.

James Baldwin in The Price of the Ticket: Collected Non-fiction, 1948-1985 :
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love
is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

Haruki Murakami in Kafka on the Shore :
Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of
themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their
lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of,
one you haven’t seen in a long time.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry in Airman’s Odyssey: Night Flight / Wind Sand &
Stars / Flight to Arras :
Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward
together in the same direction.

Honoré de Balzac, who knew a thing or two about all-consuming love , in
Physiologie Du Mariage:
The more one judges, the less one loves.

more at www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2013/01/01/what-is-love/

feel free to add ur personal love quotes

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Add this:- LOVE IS EXCELLENT WORSHIP OF A THING OR HUMAN IN FEELINGS, THOUGHTS AND REASONINGS. IT'S A GIVE AFFAIRS!

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Add this:- LOVE IS EXCELLENT WORSHIP OF A THING OR HUMAN IN FEELINGS, THOUGHTS AND REASONINGS. IT'S A GIVE AFFAIRS!

like seriously??

Long story

Love is love... Only felt, never defined
Shikena

Jakeattah:
Long story
Love is love... Only felt, never defined
Shikena

Well said

Seriously with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind and with all your body! Since there is no construction in the face to read someone else's heart, soul, mind etc, you cannot therefore know who really loves you. That is the reason why it is a give affairs. "Eni afe lamo, a o meni to feni." This Yoruba proverb explains all.

From a Psychological point of view:

Love is a cognitive-affective state characterized by intrusive and obsessive fantasizing concerning reciprocity of amorant feelings by the object of amorance.
- Nancy Van Pelt

ENELDEE:
From a Psychological point of view:

Love is a cognitive-affective state characterized by intrusive and obsessive fantasizing concerning reciprocity of amorant feelings by the object of amorance.
- Nancy Van Pelt

o boy.see grammer

Jakeattah:
Long story

Love is love... Only felt, never defined
Shikena

so cant u define what u feel?

Too lazy to read. Someone please summarise for me. *yawns*

makazona:


so cant u define what u feel?

That's why its love..... True love is only felt

Even the Bible didn't give a definition, it just embodied it in many aspects.

Jakeattah:


That's why its love..... True love is only felt

Even the Bible didn't give a definition, it just embodied it in many aspects.

i think we are mixing up the whole issue,Jake
we nid people to see this with us


Mod please,help us take this to d frontpage.tnx