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Rules for Happiness: something to do, someone to love, something to hope for.

There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance. We need to learn to love ourselves first, in all our glory and our imperfections. If we cannot love ourselves, we cannot fully open to our ability to love others or our potential to create. Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life.

Love seeks no cause beyond itself and no fruit; it is its own fruit, its own enjoyment. I love because I love; I love in order that I may love.

Only love expands intelligence. To live in love is to accept the other and the conditions of his existence as a source of richness, not as opposition, restriction, or limitation.

To love someone is nothing, to be loved by someone is something, to love someone who loves you is everything.

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

I love being in love.

To love someone is like moving into a house, Sonja used to say. At first you fall in love in everything new, you wonder every morning that this is one’s own, as if they are afraid that someone will suddenly come tumbling through the door and say that there has been a serious mistake and that it simply was not meant to would live so fine. But as the years go by, the facade worn, the wood cracks here and there, and you start to love this house not so much for all the ways it is perfect in that for all the ways it is not. You become familiar with all its nooks and crannies. How to avoid that the key gets stuck in the lock if it is cold outside. Which floorboards have some give when you step on them, and exactly how to open the doors for them not to creak. That’s it, all the little secrets that make it your home.

I seem to remember even from when I was very young that when you loved someone you also hated them for making you love them, since loving someone is so incredibly humiliating.

Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the true worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul… You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.

The first step to loving someone else is to recognize the evil in ourselves, so we can forgive them.

Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.

Sometimes love blinds us, other times it let’s us see.

In loving someone, you worship them like a deity and it hurts, a lot, to the point that in trying to show love and show tribute to someone you’re stretching and reaching. It becomes an unhealthy worship and you’ll bow out unfaithfully in the end.

Loving another person is not separate from loving God. One is a single wave, the other is the ocean.

The thing about loving someone, is that yelling at them only feels good while you’re doing it — as soon as they’re gone, all you want to do is take it all back

Why can’t you share your bed? The most loving thing to do is to share your bed with someone. It’s very charming. It’s very sweet. It’s what the whole world should do.

There is no way, believe me, despite my name being Winfield, and loving the game dearly. It wasn’t in the cards. I didn’t know what it was going to take to get here.

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back is like hugging a cactus. The tighter you hold on, the more it’s going to hurt.

Loving someone who doesn’t love you is like waiting for a ship at the airport.

Loving someone is tiring and it hurts, but it’s not something I can stop.

Love as much as you can from wherever you are.

I see now that true love isn’t fickle; it’s what we put into it. If we work hard at loving someone, then no one can corrupt the love we have.

The worst part is the unknown. The pain of being alone, the loneliness, is familiar. You’ve dealt with that. You understand it. But loving someone, risking everything, is unknown. There’s no way to know how bad it’s going to be. You barely survive the pain of being alone, so how can you deal with anything worse? So you don’t bother to try.

Lust is the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.

You never quite stop loving someone when you’re in that deep.

There is more to loving someone than just making yourself happy. You have to want him to be happier than you are.

I don’t think there’s such a thing as falling in love too easily or falling too fast. Or loving someone too soon or trusting someone too soon… I’ve never treated two relationships the same. Some people move you and some people don’t.

But I know loving someone means losing a part of myself.

Attachment is your biggest strength and your biggest weakness. Though it gives you the power to love someone more than yourself, it becomes difficult to live when you lose something you are attached to. Even when we have lost, we should go beyond that and get truly attached to someone. Loving someone truly is the most beautiful feeling.

I mean, I love being with friends and I love kissing and loving someone to pieces. But it’s hard to find someone who doesn’t ultimately start judging you and your choices.

I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.

Maybe that was the price of loving someone: You lost your grasp of where they ended and you began.