Looking with eyes of love is about not only looking, but seeing.

Love me only for my actions, and I will grow stressed.
Love me only for my body, and I will grow paranoid.
Love me only for my words, and I will grow bitter.
Love me only for my soul, and I will grow.

Only love that continues to flow in the face of anger, blame, and indifference can be called love. All else is simply a transaction.

Love is not the opposite of power. Love IS power. Love is the strongest power there is.

We try so hard to make ourselves lovable, and yet each layer of this mask puts another wall around us – a wall that keeps love out.

To extend compassion to a so-called villain, to forgive those who have wronged you, and to find common ground with someone who has been awfully isolated are not acts typically met with fireworks and swelling violins. More often than not, they are pushed away. To love, really love, is to do them anyway.