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Those whom true love has held, it will go on holding.

True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
(on love) It's the only thing which allows men and women to stand in a world where gravity always seems to want to pull them down... bring them low... and make them crawl.
My tears of love are a waste of time if I turn away
If there is anything better than to be loved it is loving.
Love will find a way. Indifference will find an excuse.
There are no guarantees. From the viewpoint of fear, none are strong enough. From the viewpoint of love, none are necessary.
We really have to understand the person we want to love. If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love. If we only think of ourselves, if we know only our own needs and ignore the needs of the other person, we cannot love.
True love grows by sacrifice and the more thoroughly the soul rejects natural satisfaction the stronger and more detached its tenderness becomes.
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life; that word is love.
Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life.
Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.
If you have it [Love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.
Immature love says: I love you because I need you. Mature love says: I need you because I love you.
A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.
He is not a lover who does not love forever.
Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other.
Love is the ability and willingness to allow those that you care for to be what they choose for themselves, without any insistence that they satisfy you.
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
To love a thing means wanting it to live.
To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
That is the true season of love; when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved as much before, and that no one will ever love in the same way again.
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.
To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
Whether life is worth living depends on whether there is love in life.
There is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of trouble, attempts what is above its strength.... It is therefore able to undertake all things, and it completes many things, and warrants them to take effect, where he who does not love would faint and lie down.
Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.
Love is the total absence of fear. Love asks no questions. Its natural state is one of extension and expansion, not comparison and measurement.
To love another person is to see the face of God. [Les Miserables]
Love is like pi -- natural, irrational, and very important.
Vice, in its true light, is so deformed, that it shocks us at first sight; and would hardly ever seduce us, if it did not at first wear the mask of some virtue.
Vice knows that she is ugly, so she puts on her mask.
Every vice has its excuse ready.
The Brain is wider than the sky-.
To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
The discovery of truth is prevented more effectively, not by the false appearance things present and which mislead into error, not directly by weakness of the reasoning powers, but by preconceived opinion, by prejudice.
One of the saddest lines in the world is, 'Oh come now - be realistic.' The best parts of this world were not fashioned by those who were realistic. They were fashioned by those who dared to look hard at their wishes and gave them horses to ride.
Times of great calamity and confusion have been productive for the greatest minds. The purest ore is produced from the hottest furnace. The brightest thunder-bolt is elicited from the darkest storm.
In an age of nothing, at a time when we stand at the brink of our own destruction? Strengthen your belief in yourself, in the future of humanity, in the things of this world that cannot be easily perceived. Awaken that which lies dormant now within your soul. Re-ignite the flame of your consciousness, and measure the strength of your conviction. Reveal the lie. Renounce your hatred. Seek, find and embrace the truths you are fortunate enough to discover. Cherish them. Use them to anchor you in the sea of chaos that is the world we live in. When twilight draws near, when you are pushed to the very limits of your soul, When it seems that all you have left are the dead remnants of the fabric of your life? Believe.
Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them. Disagree with them. Glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world
Are the ones who do.
Nobody knows what you want except you. And nobody will be as sorry as you if you don't get it. Wanting some other way to live is proof enough of deserving it. Having it is hard work, but not having it is sheer hell.
The difference between involvement and commitment is like ham and eggs. The chicken is involved; the pig is committed.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
Nobody can teach you love. Love you have to find yourself, within your being, by raising your consciousness to higher levels. And when love comes, there is no question of responsibility. You do things because you enjoy doing them for the person you love. You are not obliging the person, you are not even wanting anything in return, not even gratitude. On the contrary, you are grateful that the person has allowed you to do something for him. It was your joy, sheer joy. Love knows nothing of responsibility. It does many things, it is very creative; it shares all that it has, but it is not a responsibility, remember. Responsibility is an ugly word in comparison to love. Love is natural. Responsibility is created by the cunning priests, politicians who want to dominate you in the name of God, in the name of the nation, in the name of family, in the name of religion -- any fiction will do. But they don't talk about love. On the contrary, they are all against love, because love is unable to be controlled by them. A man of love acts out of his own heart, not according to any moral code. A man of love will not join the army because it is his responsibility to fight for his nation. A man of love will say there are no nations, and there is no question of any fight.
We don't love qualities, we love persons; sometimes by reason of their defects as well as of their qualities.
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
Some choices we live not only once but a thousand times over, remembering them for the rest of our lives.
[There is] a strange interdependence between thoughtlessness and evil.
Once the toothpaste is out of the tube, it's hard to get it back in.
When you want to fool the world, tell the truth.
Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.
The pleasures of love are pains that become desirable, where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell -- in short, harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond.
There is always something left to love. And if you ain't learned that, you ain't learned nothing. Have you cried for that boy today? I don't mean for yourself and for the family 'cause we lost the money. I mean for him; what he's been through and what it done to him. Child, when do you think is the time to love somebody the most; when they done good and made things easy for everybody? Well then, you ain't through learning -- because that ain't the time at all. It's when he's at his lowest and can't believe in hisself 'cause the world done whipped him so. When you starts measuring somebody, measure him right child, measure him right. Make sure you done taken into account what hills and valleys he come through before he got to wherever he is.
If we want to be loved, we must disclose ourselves. If we want to love someone, he must permit us to know him. This would seem to be obvious. Yet most of us spend a great part of our lives thinking up ways to avoid becoming known. Indeed, much of human life is best described as impersonation. We are role players, every one of us. We say that we feel things we do not feel. We say things we did not do. We say that we believe things we do not believe. We pretend that we are loving when we are full of hostility. We pretend that we are calm and indifferent when we are actually trembling with anxiety and fear. Of course we cannot tell even the people we know and love everything we think or feel. But our mistakes are nearly always in the other direction. Even in families -- good families -- people wear masks a great deal of the time.
Perhaps the most important reason for self-disclosure is that without it we cannot truly love.
Paradoxically, we fail to disclose ourselves to other people because we want so much to be loved. Because we feel that way we present ourselves as someone we think can be loved and accepted, and we conceal whatever would mar that image. Another reason we hide is to protect ourselves from change. . . Still another reason we don't disclose ourselves is that we were never taught how. . . Personal ambitions and economic pressures also give us powerful reasons for concealing what we really are. . . All of us hide behind the iron curtain of our public selves. . . Men hide what prevents them from seeming strong and masculine. . . Disclosure is so important (because) without it we really cannot know ourselves. Or to put it another way, we learn to deceive ourselves while we are trying to deceive others. For example, if I never express my sorrow, my love, my joy, I'll smother those feelings in myself until I almost forget they were once part of me.
He drew a circle that shut me out-- Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But Love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle that took him in.
Nunc scio quit sit amor. Lat., Now I know what love is.
Truth lies within ourselves: it takes no rise from outward things, whatever you may believe. There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness and to Know rather consists in opening out a way whence the imprisoned splendor may escape than in effecting entry for light supposed to be without.
With each passing day, I didn't lose hope. I fought to have more.
Hope is a state of mind, not of the world. Hope, in this deep and powerful sense, is not the same as joy that things are going well, or willingness to invest in enterprises that are obviously heading for success, but rather an ability to work for something because it is good.
Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it so it goes on flying anyway.
In the absence of love, there is nothing worth fighting for.
Bias and impartiality is in the eye of the beholder.
Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.
Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.
Look down at me and you see a fool; look up at me and you see a God; look straight at me and you see yourself.
The treacherous, unexplored areas of the world are not in continents or the seas; they are in the hearts and minds of men.
The greatest waste in the world is the difference between what we are and what we could become.
Most people live, whether physically, intellectually or morally, in a very restricted circle of their potential being. They make very small use of their possible consciousness, and of their soul's resources in general, much like a man who, out of his whole bodily organism, should get into a habit of using and moving only his little finger.
When you know what men are capable of you marvel neither at their sublimity nor their baseness. There are no limits in either direction apparently.
I'm a very intense person. When I go after something, I want to go after it with everything I have. I want to push myself to the edge.
If you think you're too small to make a difference, you've obviously never been in bed with a mosquito.
There is a scarcity of friendship, but not of friends.
The real test of friendship is: Can you literally do nothing with the other person? Can you enjoy together those moments of life that are utterly simple? They are the moments people looks back on at the end of life and number as their most sacred experiences.
The heart always sees before than the head can see.
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
The heart that truly loves never forgets.
To love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul -- and sings the tunes without the words -- and never stops at all.
Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.
... I remember you and recall you without effort, without exercise of will; that is, by natural impulse, indicated by a sense of duty, or of obligation. And that, I take it, is the only sort of remembering worth the having. When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that friendship is a Reality, and not a Fancy -- that it is built upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them.
The glory of friendship is not in the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is in the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him.
The worst sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them; that's the essence of inhumanity.
When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.
We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over. So in a series of kindness there is, at last, one which makes the heart run over.
Being taken for granted can be a compliment. It means you've become a comfortable, trusted element in another person's life.
Friendship without self-interest is one of the rare and beautiful things of life.
Be more prompt to go to a friend in adversity than in prosperity.
A friend is someone you can be alone with and have nothing to do and not be able to think of anything to say and be comfortable in the silence.
A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails.
The miserable have no other medicine but only hope.
Once I make up my mind, I'm full of indecision.
I must have a prodigious quantity of mind; it takes me as much as a week, sometimes, to make it up.
Missing you could turn from pain to pleasure, if I knew you were missing me too.
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony.
Music is only love looking for words.
Words are poor interpreters in the realms of emotion. When all words end, music begins; when they suggest, it realizes; and hence is the secret of its strange, inexpressible power.
What our age lacks is not reflection, but passion.
Three passions simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life; the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.
Do what you love. Know you own bone; gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still.
But then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
Tears shed for self are tears of weakness, but tears shed for others are a sign of strength.
The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.
Never ignore a gut feeling, but never believe that it's enough
The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible -- it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could.
Real love stories never have endings.
Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.
The individual is capable of both great compassion and great indifference. He has it within his means to nourish the former and outgrow the latter.
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.
When we come into contact with the other person, our thoughts and actions should express our mind of compassion, even if that person says and does things that are not easy to accept. We practice in this way until we see clearly that our love is not contingent upon the other person being lovable.
He who desires but does not act, breeds pestilence.
If confusion is the first step to knowledge, I must be a genius.
When people are taken out of their depths they lose their heads, no matter how charming a bluff they may put up.
Cowardice, as distinguished from panic, is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination.
A coward gets scared and quits. A hero gets scared, but still goes on.
All my life I've been harassed by questions: Why is something this way and not another? How do you account for that? This rage to understand, to fill in the blanks, only makes life more banal. If we could only find the courage to leave our destiny to chance, to accept the fundamental mystery of our lives, then we might be closer to the sort of happiness that comes with innocence.
The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery everyday. Never lose a holy curiosity.
Curiosity is the lust of the mind.
Desire to know why, and how -- curiosity, which is a lust of the mind, that a perseverance of delight in the continued and indefatigable generation of knowledge -- exceedeth the short vehemence of any carnal pleasure.
Listen to what you know instead of what you fear.
I feel the capacity to care is the thing which gives life its deepest significance.
All charming people have something to conceal, usually their total dependence on the appreciation of others.
How often things occur by mere chance which we dared not even hope for.
If you never budge, don't expect a push.
It is playing safe that we create a world of utmost insecurity.
It is better to be boldly decisive and risk being wrong than to agonize at length and be right too late.
Why not go out on a limb? Isn't that where the fruit is?
Our lives improve only when we take chances -- and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be honest with ourselves.
I would not unduly praise the virtue of restraint. It is often merely temperamental. But it is not always a sign of coldness. It may be pride. There can be nothing more humiliating than to see the shaft of one's emotion miss the mark of either laughter or tears. Nothing more humiliating! And this for the reason that should the mark be missed, should the open display of emotion fail to move, then it must perish unavoidably in disgust or contempt.
I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate -- it's apathy. It's not giving a damn.
Most human beings have an infinite capacity for taking things for granted.
The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it.
No iron chain, or outward force of any kind, can ever compel the soul of a person to believe or to disbelieve.
By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
Beliefs have the power to create and the power to destroy. Human beings have the awesome ability to take any experience of their lives and create a meaning that disempowers them or one that can literally save their lives.
I never cease being dumbfounded by the unbelievable things people believe.
What this power is I cannot say; all I know is that it exists and it becomes available only when a man is in that state of mind in which he knows exactly what he wants and is fully determined not to quit until he finds it.
Very few persons, comparatively, know how to Desire with sufficient intensity. They do not know what it is to feel and manifest that intense, eager, longing, craving, insistent, demanding, ravenous Desire which is akin to the persistent, insistent, ardent, overwhelming desire of the drowning man for a breath of air; of the shipwrecked or desert-lost man for a drink of water; of the famished man for bread and meat
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming griefÂ…and unspeakable love.
All humanity is passion; without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.
You learn to put your emotional luggage where it will do some good, instead of using it to shit on other people, or blow up aeroplanes.
The young man who has not wept is a savage, and the old man who will not laugh is a fool.

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