To grasp love, I must grasp the fact that it is a creation of God and therefore it is forever beyond me. But the very fact that it is forever beyond me is the very thing that prompts me to forever pursue it.

I would guess that somewhere around ninety percent of the stuff that we refer to as love is what we ‘want’ love to be, but not what we ‘need’ love to be.

Love other people first, and you will have loved yourself best.

The true indicator that I love myself is that I choose to love others above myself.

Love might be wounded by lesser things, but in the wounding it strengthens so that in time it has ample power to lovingly tame the lesser things and therefore handily transform the greater things.

It’s not that love lacks power. Rather, it’s that we’re too frightened to submit to a power that will demand vulnerability when we’ve invested the whole of our lives building walls.

Although we would prefer to tame it, love is less a nice idea and more a commitment to embracing love as far too massive to simply be a nice idea.

Thinking that one can love too much suggests that our own heart is simply too small.

Authentic love is deciding to live on a one-way street where all the arrows point down the street and not a single one of them point back up to where I’m standing.