Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.
Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
The love we give away is the only love we keep.
Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'
I need you because I love you.
Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
What is to give light must endure burning.
Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.
Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.
We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.
There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.
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