Everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other

We don’t love each other; we love the idea we have of each other. Very few humans understand this or can bear to contemplate it. They have blind faith in their own powers of creation. All love, ultimately, is self-love.

You always feel like you are the only one in the world, like everyone else is crazy for each other, but it's not true. Generally, people don't like each other very much. And that goes for friends, too.

We must love one another, yes, yes, that's all true enough, but nothing says we have to like each other.

If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring.

Why work with a group of people who don’t even like each other?

When feudal lords love one another there will be no more war; when heads of houses love one another there will be no more mutual usurpation; when individuals love one another there will be no more mutual injury. When ruler and ruled love each other they will be gracious and loyal; when father and son love each other they will be affectionate and filial; when older and younger brothers love each other they will be harmonious. When all the people in the world love one another, then the strong will not overpower the weak, the many will not oppress the few, the wealthy will not mock the poor, the honoured will not disdain the humble, and the cunning will not deceive the simple. And it is all due to mutual love that calamities, strife, complaints, and hatred are prevented from arising. Therefore the benevolent exalt it.

I’m sure we all agree that we ought to love one another, and I know there are people in the world who do not love their fellow human beings, and I hate people like that!

But what is the use of making the world more beautiful if the people who live in it can't love one another?

I'm sure we all agree that we ought to love one another and I know there are people in the world that do not love their fellow human beings and I hate people like that

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

Why is it that no one understands me and everybody likes me

And is anybody unhappy about another, unless they are in love with them?

How difficult it is to understand each other, my dear angel, and how much thought is incommunicable, even between people who love each other!