You really love him, don't you? a simple psychological question, no name was mentioned but suddenly someone came into your read more

You really love him, don't you? a simple psychological question, no name was mentioned but suddenly someone came into your mind.

Love is union with somebody, or something, outside oneself, under the condition of retaining the separateness and integrity of one's read more

Love is union with somebody, or something, outside oneself, under the condition of retaining the separateness and integrity of one's own self.

Love is the self-delusion we manufacture to justify the trouble we take to have sex.

Love is the self-delusion we manufacture to justify the trouble we take to have sex.

Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is read more

Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.

I love having a man in my life, and being his woman at the end of the day. I know read more

I love having a man in my life, and being his woman at the end of the day. I know it\'s a dichotomy.

Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.

Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.

My heart I fain would ask thee
What then is Love? say on.
"Two souls and one read more

My heart I fain would ask thee
What then is Love? say on.
"Two souls and one thought only
Two hearts that throb as one."
[Ger., Mein Herz ich will dich fragen,
Was ist denn Liebe, sag?
"Zwei Seelen und ein Gedanke,
Zwei Herzen und ein Schlag."