We're all blemished. Yet we do love and are loved.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Our own self-love draws a thick veil between us and our faults.
We don't love qualities, we love persons; sometimes by reason of their defects as well as of their qualities.
We don't love qualities; we love a person; sometimes by reason of their defects as well as their qualities.
Love is boundary-less.
Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.
Our love of what is beautiful does not lead to extravagance; our love of the things of the mind does not make us soft.
Love is what sometimes holds us and binds us when we're not so happy.
We fall in love more deeply when we're unhappy.
We're all going to die, all of us; what a circus! That alone should make us love each other, but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities. We are eaten up by nothing.
To be loved is a strength. To love is a weakness.