Put away the book, the description, the tradition, the authority, and take the journey of self-discovery. Love, and don’t be caught in opinions and ideas about what love is or should be. When you love, everything will come right. Love has its own action. Love, and you will know the blessings of it. Keep away from the authority who tells you what love is and what it is not. No authority knows and he who knows cannot tell. Love, and there is understanding.
Maybe… we are supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift. Maybe... it is true that we don't know what we have got until we lose it, but it is also true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives. Maybe... the happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their Way. Maybe... the best kind of love is the kind you where you can sit on a sofa together, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had. Maybe... you shouldn't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Maybe... you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy. Maybe love is not about finding the perfect person; it's about learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. When you do what you can, love will do what you can't.
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries hidden within itself the light of those flowers, and thanks to your love, darkly in my body lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
As the rain falls from the heavens on the mountain giving birth to fresh streams, which run their courses to the seas and ocean, and there they meet as one, before returning to the sky, so it is with every sentient being. Completing the circle, we are all like streams current in life’s river, tiding through the world, meeting others, joining them, strengthening and being strengthened, refreshing and being refreshed, guiding and being guided. And the rivulets, rivers, and sea, which, in reality, are one, the same, are made more by each drop of water, each stream which brings with it in its flow colour and life. So it is with us; each one, enriching the community of humankind, each one, by its being, adding colour, and strength, and love.
You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them, and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick. Then there’s other people, and you meet them and think, not bad, they’re okay. And then you get to know them, and their face just sort of becomes them, like their personality’s written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful.
I don’t think you can analyze love. It’s the greatest mystery of all. No one knows why it happens, or doesn’t. Love is a chance combination of elements. Any one thing might be enough to keep it from igniting. Mood, glance, remark. And if we could define love, predict it, it would probably lose its power.
You are my husband, my wife. My feet shall run because of you. My legs dance because of you. My heart shall beat because of you. My eyes shall see because of you. My mind think because of you. And I shall love because of you.
Afoot and light-hearted, take the open road, Healthy, free, the world before you, The long brown path before you, leading wherever you choose. Say only to one another: Camerado, I give you my hand! I give you my love, more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law: Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me? Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?
By accident of fortune a man may rule the world for a time, but by virtue of love he may rule the world forever.
Love is all you really need.