Love involves a peculiar unfathomable combination of understanding and misunderstanding.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In cases where every thing is understood, and measured, and reduced to rule, love is out of the question.
We can sometimes love what we do not understand, but it is impossible completely to understand what we do not love.
Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
Love has reasons which reason cannot understand.
Love is an indescribable sensation - perhaps a conviction, a sense of certitude.
Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.
However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.
Love is always a leap into the unknown. You can try to control as many variables, and understand a situation as you can, but you're still jumping off a cliff and hoping that someone catches you.
Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.