Sometime between when the Summer of Love ended and the Summer of Sam began, America became a nation of cynics about love.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I began writing a book on love because I felt that the United States is moving away from love.
My hunch is that pop culture began to stagnate the moment Americans started to love the past more than they did the future.
It was a wonderful time to be young. The 1960s didn't end until about 1976. We all believed in Make Love, Not War. We were idealistic innocents, despite the drugs and sex.
Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.
What we typically call love is only the start of love. Our understanding of love has been hijacked and beguiled by its first distractingly moving moments.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
Love is the bond between men, the way to teach and the center of the world.
The American is wholeheartedly for love and romance at any cost.
Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.
The American fantasy of love is the 'meet-cute,' 'Love at first sight,' and 'You had me at hello!' The completely spontaneous version of accidental love, which doesn't care about demographics and social compatibility.