The spark that one finds for a moment and that becomes dim does not belong to heaven, for in heaven all things are lasting; it must belong to some other place. Love has become a word from the dictionary, a word that is used a thousand times a day, which means nothing. To the one who knows what it means, love means patience, love means endurance, love means tolerance, love means sacrifice, love means service.

Love is a blessing, but it turns into a curse in attachment.

God breaks the heart again and again and again until it stays open.

Love that ends is the shadow of love; true love is without beginning or end.