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“The difference between Marilyn鈥檚 and Jayne鈥檚 approach to intellectual pursuits is that Marilyn carried big heavy books around and hung out with brainy people to absorb their intellect, while Jayne really had a thirst for knowledge. Jayne was very proud of the fact that if she like something enough she would commit it to memory. At that time, The Satanic Bible was still in monograph form, and Jayne had pored over those pages until she knew most of it by heart...Marilyn gave me a copy of Stendhal鈥檚 On Love, and I still have a copy of Walter Benton鈥檚 This is My Beloved, which we bought together on Sunset Boulevard. Marilyn turned me on to it鈥攚anted me to read it and write something in it for her. I got as far as writing her name in it, but I ended up with the book. It meant a lot to me during a particularly dark period in my life after I left L.A. Jayne kept insisting I read The Story of O and I, Jan Cremer. She gave me a dog-eared copy of each. It seems a distinctly feminine trait to want to share books with people they care deeply about.”
― Anton Szandor LaVey, The Secret Life of a Satanist: The Authorized Biography of Anton LaVey

“we know so little, we know so much, we don't know enough.”
― Charles Bukowski, On Love

“I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.”
― Marina Tsvetaeva

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― Alain de Botton, On Love

“If you can love one person, you can love everyone.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“It wasn鈥檛 that I couldn鈥檛 get enough of him. Or that he was the best man I鈥檇 ever known. (I鈥檇 thought that was my dad, but now it was the dad from my favorite 2000s teen drama, Veronica Mars.) Or that he was my favorite person. (That was Shadi.) Or because he made me laugh so hard I wept. (He laughed easily, but rarely joked.) Or that when something bad happened, he was the first person I wanted to call. (He wasn鈥檛.) It was that we met the same age my parents had, that the snowball fight and impromptu road trip had felt like fate, that my mother adored him. He fit so perfectly into the love story I鈥檇 imagined for myself that I mistook him for the love of my life.”
― Emily Henry, Beach Read

“Because I have this thing about birthdays--they always remind me of death and forced jollity.”
― Alain de Botton, On Love

“If you listen carefully you will hear a symphony of light being played, it is that of you and your partner. It also called love. - On Love”
― Lamine Pearlheart

“He shrugged. 鈥淲hatever does it mean? We write poems about it all day and sing songs about it all night but if there is such a thing in real life I鈥檓 damned if I know.”
― Philippa Gregory

“Giving a brief sermon, the Abbess once said, 'A hot furnace does not need to be heated. A loving heart does not need to be loved. Being loving is more important than being loved.”
― Gil Fronsdal, A Monastery Within: Tales from the Buddhist Path

“You鈥檒l know it when you feel it, her mother said then. The right kind of love will eat you alive.”
― Danya Kukafka, Notes on an Execution

“At one seminar where I was speaking on the concept of proactivity, a man came up and said, "Stephen, I like what you're saying. But every situation is so different. Look at my marriage. I'm really worried. My wife and I just don't have the same feelings for each other we used to have. I guess I just don't love her anymore and she doesn't love me. What can I do?"
"The feeling isn't there anymore?" I asked. "That's right," he reaffirmed. "And we have three children we're really concerned about. What do you suggest?"
"Love her," I replied.
"I told you, the feeling just isn't there anymore."
"Love her."
"You don't understand. The feeling of love just isn't there."
"Then love her. If the feeling isn't there, that's a good reason to love her."
"But how do you love when you don't love?"
"My friend, love is a verb. Love -- the feeling -- is a fruit of love the verb. So love her.
Sacrifice. Listen to her. Empathize. Appreciate. Affirm her. Are you willing to do that?"
In the great literature of all progressive societies, love is a verb. Reactive people make it a feeling. They're driven by feelings. Hoolywood has generally scripted us to believe that we are not responsible, that we are a product of our feelings. But the Hollywood script does not describe the reality. If our feelings control our actions, it is because we have abdicated our responsibility and empowered them to do so.
Proactive people make love a verb. Love is something you do: the sacrifices you make, the giving of self, like a mother bringing a newborn into the world. If you want to study love, study those who sacrifice for others, even people who offend or do not love in return. If you are a parent, look at the love you have for the children you sacrificed for. Love is a value that is actualized through loving actions. Proactive people subordinate feelings to values. Love, the feeling, can be recaptured.”
― Stephen Covey

“In the great literature of all progressive societies, love is a verb. Reactive people make it a feeling. They're driven by feelings. Hoolywood has generally scripted us to believe that we are not responsible, that we are a product of our feelings. But the Hollywood script does not describe the reality. If our feelings control our actions, it is because we have abdicated our responsibility and empowered them to do so.
Proactive people make love a verb. Love is something you do: the sacrifices you make, the giving of self, like a mother bringing a newborn into the world. If you want to study love, study those who sacrifice for others.”
― Stephen Covey