If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were.

We do not know what love is. We know the symptoms of it, the pleasure, the pain, the fear, the anxiety and so on. We try to solve the symptoms, which becomes a wandering in darkness. We spend our days and nights in this, and it is soon over in death.

Love is the missing factor; there is a lack of affection, of warmth in relationship; and because we lack that love, that tenderness, that generosity, that mercy in relationship, we escape into mass action, which produces further confusion, further misery.

Have you not noticed that love is silence? It may be while holding the hand of another, or looking lovingly at a child, or taking in the beauty of an evening. Love has no past or future, and so it is with this extraordinary state of silence.

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.

It is easier to love humanity as a whole than to love one's neighbor.

I had, early in life, a love for staging, but it is fast dying out. Nine hours over a rough road are enough to root out the most passionate love of that kind.

Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.

Whatever possession we gain by our sword cannot be sure or lasting, but the love gained by kindness and moderation is certain and durable.

I really want to love somebody. I do. I just don't know if it's possible forever and ever.

We had problems like all families but we had a lot of love. I was extremely loved. We always felt we had each other.

I love power. But it is as an artist that I love it. I love it as a musician loves his violin, to draw out its sounds and chords and harmonies.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their own.

Many people mistake our work for our vocation. Our vocation is the love of Jesus.

I try to give to the poor people for love what the rich could get for money. No, I wouldn't touch a leper for a thousand pounds; yet I willingly cure him for the love of God.

Let us not be satisfied with just giving money. Money is not enough, money can be got, but they need your hearts to love them. So, spread your love everywhere you go.

Spread love everywhere you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.