I only cook when I'm in love.

We were both in love with him. I fell out of love with him, but he didn't.

One of my theories is that men love with their eyes; women love with their ears.

To be loved is a strength. To love is a weakness.

A man in love is incomplete until he has married. Then he's finished.

I love to put on diamonds and beautiful evening gowns and make my girl-friends upset.

Getting divorced just because you don't love a man is almost as silly as getting married just because you do.

I call everyone 'Darling' because I can't remember their names.

If they treat us with fear, we are to see their behavior as a call for love.

What’s dying is the frightened mind, so the love inside us can get a chance to breathe.

An ancient memory of this love haunts all of us all the time, and beckons us to return.

We were taught that things like grades, being good enough, money, and doing things the right way, are more important than love.

May I be, this day, an instrument of love and healing.

When we’re willing to see the innocence in another person even when he or she has behaved without love toward us, we activate the Law of Divine Compensation.

You've done the bourgeois thing, perhaps, but let's not call that love.

Love is to people what water is to plants.

Love is a hero’s journey, and the hero’s journey is a noble but difficult path.

When we attach value to things that aren’t love—the money, the car, the house, the prestige—we are loving things that can’t love us back. We are searching for meaning in the meaningless.

You are loved, and your purpose is to love.

Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn.

...there are four rules for miraculous work creation: Be positive. Send love. Have fun. Kick ass. Amen.

We're hallucinating. And that's what this world is: a mass hallucination, where fear seems more real than love. Fear is an illusion. Our craziness, paranoia, anxiety and trauma are literally all imagined.

The way of the miracle-worker is to see all human behavior as one two things: either love, or a call for love.

In the absence of love, we began slowly but surely to fall apart.