Love has never been understood, though it may have been fully experienced, and that experience communicated.

If you've never known love, you never know where it is, you don't know what it looks like or it sounds like, you look in the most unlikely places to find it.

Love, I take it, must look toward something not quite accessible, something not quite understood.

I didn’t know anymore what love meant, or why we were not all better off without it.

If you don’t perceive love, if you cannot recognize love, it’s because you only recognize the poison inside you. I am responsible for what I say, but I am not responsible for what you understand. I can give you my love, but you can make the interpretation that you are receiving judgments, or who knows? Only your storyteller knows. When we no longer believe our own stories, we find it so easy to enjoy one another.

Love is a very strange idea. I never know what it is. When you were young it seemed to be all intensity and no opportunity. Later when you did get the opportunity the fire had gone out of it.

...what nobody seems to understand is that love can only be one-sided, that no other love exists, that in any other form it is not love. If it involves less than total giving, it is not love. It is impotent; for the moment it is nothing.

What more could I have done when I did not know that to love is both to seek and to be sought? For me love was nothing but a dialogue of little riddles, with no answers given.

Since they did not understand one another, each was able to sustain an illusion about the other, which was the usual beginning of love, if not truth.

I’ve watched human beings fool around with love. Love of self mostly, but also love of place, work, ideas; love of friends, of male and female, parent and child. I can’t think of any human illusions more comic than those of love.

The emotion of love gives all of us a misleading illusion of knowing the other.

The perception that we are loving when we fall in love is an illusion. Real love does not have its roots in a feeling of love. Real love often occurs when a feeling of love is lacking.

Love easily confuses us because it is always in flux between illusion and substance, between memory and wish, between contentment and need.

Love is what happens to men and women who don't know each other.