Love

The word love misinterpreted is misunderstood.
We use it in everyday life without knowing what it means.
And when once a soul begins to know what it means,
it is a word too sacred to utter.

It is easy to use this word,
but it is most difficult to practice through life.

Love climbs the mountain of life step by by step.

Every kind of power lies in this one thing
we call by the simple name: love.
Charity, generosity kindness, affection,
endurance, tolerance and patience,
all these words are different aspects of only one thing: love.

Love can be always be discerned
in the thought, speech and action of the lover,
for in his every expression there is a charm
which shows itself as beauty, tenderness and delicacy.

For in every form of human love and affection,
the self is somewhere hidden,
asking for appreciation, for reciprocity, for recognition;
but the divine manner is above all this.

Love is its beginning loves only on reciprocity;
but when fully developed it stands on its own feet.

Love manifest towards those we like as love;
towards those whom we do not like as forgiveness.

The love quality must be deepened first before it spreads out.

The fountain stream rises in love for an individual,
but spreads and falls in universal love.

Love keeps back nothing.

To love is to give;
it is not to take at all.

Love is unlimited,
but it needs scope to expand and rise.

Love is when one loves for the sake of love,
when one cannot help but love,
cannot do anything but love.

Love has its own law,
it adheres to the law of no one.

Love is state of mind
in which the consciousness of the lover
is merged in that of the object of his love.

Can you really say you love a person
when you cannot bear he be loved by someone else as well?

If a person loves one and hates another,
what can he know of love?

Love that endureth not is heart's illusion.

Love can heal better than anything in the world.

Love is the only power that has created or that can create.

As love is the source of creation
and the real sustenance of all beings,
so, if man knows how to give it to the world around him
as sympathy, as kindness, as service,
he supplies to all the food for which every soul hungers.

With love all that a person touches will be given light, life.

Love of form, progressing,
culminates in love of the formless.

True love is limitless.

Perfection of love lies in its vastness.

To express all the love there is,
he must love the unlimited God.

Love's expansion
and love's culmination
and love's progress
all depend on the God-ideal.