Love becomes logically true when lost but still sought from the same source.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I used to believe that love was finding someone who would lead you through the deep water.
There is another interesting paradox here: by immersing ourselves in what we love, we find ourselves. We do not lose ourselves. One does not lose one's identity by falling in love.
All love is lost but upon God alone.
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.
The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.
The fact that you can love something that you've lost is all the incentive you need to love again, as opposed to becoming comfortably numb.
Love is an adventure and a conquest. It survives and develops, like the universe itself, only by perpetual discovery.
At first, one believes in love. Then one crosses a border, a border of time. Then that belief, too, is lost.
Love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.