We love in others what we lack in ourselves, and would be everything, but what we are.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I am convinced we do not only love ourselves in others but hate ourselves in others too.
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.
For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.
Love other human beings as you would love yourself.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Had we not loved ourselves at all, we could never have been obliged to love anything. So that self-love is the basis of all love.
We are not what we are, nor do we treat or esteem each other for such, but for what we are capable of being.
Love consists in desiring to give what is our own to another and feeling his delight as our own.
Self-love is the source of all our other loves.
The things that we love tell us what we are.