Secret admirers make us believe things about ourselves that we always hoped were true.

Secret admirers make us believe things about ourselves that we always hoped were true.

You can't expect to prevent negative feelings altogether. And you can't expect to experience positive feelings all the time. The read more

You can't expect to prevent negative feelings altogether. And you can't expect to experience positive feelings all the time. The Law of Emotional Choice directs us to acknowledge our feelings but also to refuse to get stuck in the negative ones.

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

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

Anyway, no drug, not even alcohol, causes the fundamental ills of society. If we're looking for the source of our read more

Anyway, no drug, not even alcohol, causes the fundamental ills of society. If we're looking for the source of our troubles, we shouldn't test people for drugs, we should test them for stupidity, ignorance, greed and love of power.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.

To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual read more

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now read more

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.

To really know someone is to have loved and hated him in turn.

To really know someone is to have loved and hated him in turn.