We define ourselves, in part, by the discriminations we make. The value of what we love is enriched by our understanding of what we dislike.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
We love in others what we lack in ourselves, and would be everything, but what we are.
The things that we love tell us what we are.
Love consists in desiring to give what is our own to another and feeling his delight as our own.
Love is an energy which exists of itself. It is its own value.
The things we hate about ourselves aren't more real than things we like about ourselves.
Those whom we can love, we can hate; to others we are indifferent.
Everything that we love will, at some point, be taken away from us. If I think about everyone I love eventually being taken away from me by death, or simply by getting lost from each other in the world, it makes me value them much more now.
Through love one acquires renunciation and discrimination naturally.
We are not what we are, nor do we treat or esteem each other for such, but for what we are capable of being.
I define myself by everything that I love, everything I can create, everything that I can imagine.