On Love

I had meant to post this up on Valentine's day, but believe it or not, I was in a city which people think defines love (and really no city defines love more or less than any other city, let alone Paris), where it rained, and hailed, and the wind blew, and we were hungry, cold and shivering - but none of us could ever complain for we were all contented, happy and sated.

“There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.”

Don Juan De Marco

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

"Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me."

Anne Morrow Lindbergh

"He is not a lover who does not love forever."

Euripides

"To be loved for what one is, is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what they lend him, their own selves, their version of him."

Goethe

"Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius."

Mozart

"You learn to like someone when you find out what makes them laugh, but you can never truly love someone until you find out what makes them cry." ~Author Unknown

"Like everybody who is not in love, he thought one chose the person to be loved after endless deliberations and on the basis of particular qualities or advantages." ~Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past: Cities of the Plain, 1922