Quotes on Love

Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.

Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one. It's a drug. It distorts reality, and that's the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw.

You say you love your wife. You depend on her; she has given you her body, her emotions, her encouragement, a certain feeling of security and well-being. Then she turns away from you; she gets bored or goes off with someone else, and your whole emotional balance is destroyed, and this disturbance, which you don’t like, is called jealousy. There is pain in it, anxiety, hate and violence. So what you are really saying is, ‘As long as you belong to me I love you but the moment you don’t I begin to hate you.

They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to you that they have stopped loving you.

Love is blind, as they say, and because love is blind, it often leads to tragedy.

To be sensitively aware of thought, of feeling, of the world about you, of your office and of nature, is to explode from moment to moment in affection. Without affection, every action becomes burdensome and mechanical and leads to decay.

Love is union with somebody, or something, outside oneself, under the condition of retaining the separateness and integrity of one's own self.

Compassion is the wish for another being to be free from suffering; love is wanting them to have happiness.

Freedom and love go together. Love is not a reaction. To love is not to ask anything in return, not even to feel that you are giving something, and it is only such love that can know freedom.

Everyone needs to be loved, especially when they do not deserve it.

There is hardly any activity, any enterprise, which is started out with such tremendous hopes and expectations, and yet which fails so regularly, as love.

In love the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.

Love is not a sentiment, not romanticism, not dependent on something, and that state is extremely arduous and difficult to understand, or to be in—because our minds are always interfering, limiting, encroaching upon its functioning. Therefore it is important to understand first the mind and its ways; otherwise we shall be caught in illusions, caught in words and sensations that have very little significance.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Love is the answer, but while you are waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions.

Well, it's either kiss me or kill me, that's how I see it.

All you need is love.

Love is a state of being, and in that state, the 'me', with its identifications, anxieties, and possessions is absent. Love cannot be, as long as the activities of the self, of the 'me', whether conscious or unconscious, continue to exist.

The demand to be safe in relationship inevitably breeds sorrow and fear. This seeking for security is inviting insecurity. Have you ever found security in any of your relationships? Have you? Most of us want the security of loving and being loved, but is there love when each one of us is seeking his own security, his own particular path? We are not loved because we don't know how to love.

When you love someone, you love the person as they are, and not as you’d like them to be.

The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. And denies the rest.

Love is often nothing but a favorable exchange between two people who get the most of what they can expect, considering their value on the personality market.

Love me when I least deserve it, because it's when I need it most.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

If you can stay in love for more than two years, you're on something.

To be loved by whom you love is a great luck; to be loved by whom you don't love is an annoyance; not to be loved by whom you love is a misfortune; not to love and not to be loved, a risky situation.

There is no sincerer love than the love of food.

Freedom and love go together. Love is not a reaction. If I love you because you love me, that is mere trade, a thing to be bought in the market; it is not love. To love is not to ask anything in return, not even to feel that you are giving something- and it is only such love that can know freedom.

Love consists of overestimating the differences between one woman and another.

It is better to be hated for what one is, than loved for what one is not.

To love is human, but to marry is diabolical.

In a deep river there is richness and many fish can live; but the shallow pool is soon dried up by the strong sun, and nothing remains except mud and dirt. For most of us, love is an extraordinarily difficult thing to understand because our lives are very shallow.

Can we think about love ? When you love, is thought functioning ? Love and thought are not in opposition; do not let us divide them as opposites. When one loves, is there a sense of seperateness, of bringing people together, or disbanding them, pushing them away ? Surely that state of love can be experienced only when the process of thought is not functioning—which does not mean that one must become crazy, unbalanced. On the contrary. It requires the highest form of thought to go beyond.

A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.

If you had love in your heart, you would show respect to those who have nothing and also to those who have everything; you would neither be afraid of those who have, nor disregard those who have not. Respect in the hope of reward is the outcome of fear. In love there is no fear.

Time spent with friends makes a life happier; time spent with loved ones makes it more meaningful.

If a person loves only one other person and is indifferent to all others, his love is not love but a symbiotic attachment, or an enlarged egotism.

Love is the most selfish of all the passions (from "The Three Musketeers")

Love can surmount any obstacle, except the one that marks its end.

I'm looking at Sue. Sue's looking at Tom. Tom's looking at Kathy.

The love for all living creatures is the most noble attribute of man.

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.