Love is the whole and more than all.

الحب لا يمكن تفسيره، ولا يمكن إلا معايشته واختباره. ومع أن الحب لا يمكن تفسيره فهو يفسر كل شيء.

Love knows everything.

Certain things in life simply have to be experienced -and never explained. Love is such a thing.

Love is not a product of reasonings and statistics. It just comes-none knows whence-and cannot explain itself.

Love is love, not to be defined or described by the mind as exclusive or inclusive. Love is its own eternity: it is the real, the supreme, the immeasurable.

Love has no limitations. It cannot be measured. It has no boundaries. Although many have tried, love is indefinable.

Love is all.

We can love completely what we cannot completely understand.

Love is the astrolabe of God’s mysteries.
A lover may be drawn to this love or that love,
but finally he is drawn to the Sovereign of Love.
However much we describe and explain love,
when we fall in love we are ashamed of our words.
Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear,
but love unexplained is clearer.
When the pen came to the subject of love, it broke.
When the discourse reached the topic of love,
the pen split and the paper tore.
If intellect tries to explain it,
it falls helpless as a donkey on a muddy trail;
only Love itself can explain love and lovers!
The proof of the sun is the sun itself.
If you wish to see it, don’t turn away from it.

All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.

Love, what is love? I don't think you can really put it into words. Love is understanding someone, caring for him, sharing his joys and sorrows.

He found that love is never to be defined, that it grows and changes with every year of life, that each person knows it as a different miracle... Nothing can shame it. Nothing can make it more splendid than it already is. Shared, wantoned or hidden forever, it can fill a life. There is no understanding love, and there is no defeat so precious as trying. No aspect of life is more complex, and none so simple. A look, a word, and the heart is torn forever; a touch, and it is mended. Love is brave and cowardly. In the same person it is secret and garrulous. But above all, love establishes its own rules and no man can know its complete manifestation in the heart of another.

Love simply is.