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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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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 love being in love.

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.

Nobody will ever love you quite the way you want them to. You just have to let them do their best.

He wanted to take his love back from her so badly. The old techniques didn’t work anymore. In fact, they’d never worked. How do you stop loving someone? It was one of the world’s more brutal mysteries. The more you tried, the less it worked.

Love … is the honoring of others in a way that grants them the grace of their own autonomy and allows mutual discovery.

Loving someone condemns you to a lifetime of fear. You become painfully conscious of how fragile people are – bundles of brittle bones and vulnerable flesh, breeding grounds for billions of deadly germs and horrible diseases.

All is love…All is love. With love comes understanding. With understanding comes patience. And then time stops. And everything is now.

When you feel someone else’s pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.

I surrendered my youth to the people I feared when I could have been out there loving someone. Don’t make that mistake yourself. Life’s too damn short.

I would say, being a parent is what makes me vulnerable. Loving someone so much it scares you. Knowing you’d do anything for them and then realizing there will come a time when you have to loosen the reins and let them figure it out on their own, and then trusting that you/they are making the right decisions.

I wanted someone to love who would stay: stay and be there, always.

I define vulnerability as uncertainty, risk and emotional exposure. With that definition in mind, let’s think about love. Waking up every day and loving someone who may or may not love us back, whose safety we can’t ensure, who may stay in our lives or may leave without a moment’s notice, who may be loyal to the day they die or betray us tomorrow—that’s vulnerability.

Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?

When you want to share something with another person more than anything, it is one of the most difficult things to realize that you can never have it. Accepting this realization is even more difficult. Loving someone does mean saying goodbye to them in some cases, though we will fight that until the oftentimes bitter end before doing the right thing.

Do not demand love. Begin to love. You will be loved.

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.

I want to create a place where trans people and our allies could come together to share experiences, information and ideas. Being transgender or loving someone who is transgender can be challenging in our society and I hope that members of this site will also use this space as a place to support and encourage each other. Together, we can strengthen our community and open the hearts and minds of others.

That idea is strange to me. People keep on loving? People keep on loving even if you are not there in their face everyday to remind them? People keep on loving even if they no longer see you at all? People keep on loving even if they are loving someone else? Impossible: to believe you can be loved in absence when you don’t even know how it feels to be loved when you are there.

Cherish the people you love, because you never know when Allah will take them back.

How do I get past my fears? Make a life for myself? Risk loving someone? When death is all that waits for you, what’s the point in trying to have a life?

Love is like a spice. It can sweeten your life – however, it can spoil it, too.

Waiting is the most exquisitely painful part of loving someone.

Some of us are lucky enough to fall in love once or twice but the luckiest of us are those who find that someone they simply can’t live without and have the pleasure of falling in love with them day in and day out for the rest of their lives. Relationships aren’t about simply falling in love once and being done with it, they’re about loving someone until the end of your days and growing that love endlessly.

Whither thou goest, I will go; Where thou diest, will I die And there will I be buried: The Angel do so to me, and more also, If aught but death part thee and me.

But I also meant that loving someone really opening your heart to them is just asking to have your heart smashed and handed back to you in little pieces.

I’ve discovered new parts of my manhood, places I couldn’t get to without loving someone else unconditionally and putting others before myself.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.