Love is a passion that can''t be exact. It''s hard to know exactly what it is. We all love. but once it''s burned away, It''s gone. There''s a difference between passionate liking and love.
Christmasthat magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrancea day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.
Love works in miracles every day: such as weakening the strong, and stretching the weak; making fools of the wise, and wise men of fools; favouring the passions, destroying reason, and in a word, turning everything topsy-turvy.
He [Freud] often said three things were impossible to fulfill completely; healing, education, governing. He limited his goals in analytic treatment to brining the patient to the point where he could work for a living and learn to love.
''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.
Love is an expression and assertion of self-esteem, a response to one''s own values in the person of another. One gains a profoundly personal, selfish joy from the mere existence of the person one loves. It is one''s own personal, selfish happiness that one seeks, earns, and derives from love.
The person who tries to live alone will not succeed as a human being. His heart withers if it does not answer another heart. His mind shrinks away if he hears only the echoes of his own thoughts and finds no other inspiration.