Love isn’t in the category of normal things. Not any worthwhile kind of love, anyway.

Love is blind, but desire just doesn't give a good goddam. [sic]

Love has nothing to do with good reasons.

Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared to love in dreams.

Do you see? There exists a kind of knowledge that is without love. It does not purify the psyche in any way, but kills it, as it lacks the love that is the head, the body, and very root of all virtue.

Love is the opposite of good sense.

You are young and might prefer to believe that love is moonlight and rosy sunsets. It is not. It is brutal, violent, ugly, possessive and dictatorial. It makes no allowances for the freedom and individuality of the loved one. Lovers become one closely knit unit in thought and feeling. Should you eventually find that this love is beyond your capacity or that you cannot rise to its demands, you may leave but please make sure that you go to some place where I will never be able to find you.

Because you rejected my love, this is my curse on you. Refusing to love an illusion, you will have to love without illusion.

I cannot desire any created love, that is, a love which can be felt, enjoyed, or understood. I do not wish love that can pass through the intellect, memory, or will; because pure love passes all these things and transcends them

Love is the sun, desire – only flash.

If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love.

To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.

Where such men love they have no desire and where they desire they cannot love

But love is unworldly, and nothing comes of it but love...