Love Is...

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous; love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's shortcomings but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. [Apostle Paul; 1 Corinthians 13:4-7]

Love is just a shout into the void.

I'm not a smart man... but I know what love is.

Love is everywhere. Often, it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there – fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends... If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.

Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends time and space.

Love is just an all-purpose excuse for selfish behavior. You can lie and cheat and hurt people, and it's all okay because you're in love.

First love is such sweet despair.

Love is patient, love is kind, love means slowly losing your mind.

Love is a perpetual juggling of three balls, the names of which are heart, words and loins. How easy it is to juggle these three balls, and how easy to drop one of them.

Love is like gravity. You have to let yourself fall.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by the imagination.

Love is there if you want it to be. You just have to see that it's wrapped in beauty and hidden away in between the seconds of your life. If you don't stop for a minute, you might miss it.

Maybe true love is a decision... to take a chance with somebody, to give to somebody without worrying whether they'll give anything back, or if they're gonna hurt you, or if they really are the one. Maybe love isn't something that happens to you. Maybe it's something you have to choose.

Love. Love is the key. Love and family. For what are night and day, the sun, the moon, the stars without love, and those you love around you? What could be more hollow than to die alone, unloved?

Love is about going that extra mile even if it hurts, letting it all hang out there. Love is about finding courage inside of you that you didn't even know was there.

Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone. We find it with another. [Thomas Merton]

Love is about choices. It's about putting down the poison and the dagger and making your own happy ending, most of the time, and that sometimes despite all your best choices and all your best intentions, fate wins anyway.

Love is all a matter of timing.

In love you can't bring on a substitute.

The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't hold their hand, you can't tousle their hair, but when those senses weaken, another one comes to life... Life has to end. Love doesn't.

It is remarkable how similar the pattern of love is to the pattern of insanity.

There's no love. It's the trick of the brain. It's the combination of chemicals and hormones.

The only true love is unrequited love.

Love is merely a trick that DNA plays to replicate itself.

Anything that's done out of love is beyond good and evil. [Friedrich Nietzsche]

Love is not a flower, it's a venus fly trap that tempts you with promises of delight, then snaps you in half and crushed you like a bug!

Love is a game that two can play and both can win. [Eva Gabor]

Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without... if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.

Talking about love is like dancing about architecture.

Love is a gift, not an obligation.

Love is merely an emotional adaptation... to a physical necessity.

Love isn't a quantifiable or definable product. It's a... well, it's like a sort of elephant, sitting in the corner of your sitting-room. You can't ignore it, but if you don't do something about it, you're going to find yourself knee-deep in elephant poo.

Love don't make things nice – it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess.

Love gives not but itself and takes not from itself, love possesses not nor would it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love. [Kahlil Gibran]