Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the read more

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the read more

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.

Love is the extra effort we make in our dealings with those whom we do not like and once you read more

Love is the extra effort we make in our dealings with those whom we do not like and once you understand that, you understand all. This idea that love overtakes you is nonsense. This is but a polite manifestation of sex. To love another you have to undertake some fragment of their destiny.

I long for the raised voice, the howl of rage or love.

I long for the raised voice, the howl of rage or love.

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

No love, no friendship can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

No love, no friendship can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone- but not the complete structure. It is much too read more

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone- but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.