I was not yet in love, yet I loved to love...I sought what I might love, in love with loving.

I want to love, to love heedlessly!
To love for the sake of loving: Here...there...
This one, that other and everyone...
To love! To love! And love no one!
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He who loves someone and says that love’s fire
Can last a lifetime is nothing but a liar!

Because I am in love. Love is a slow bleed.

I want to suffer so that I may love.

I love, I love, I’m ready to love — yes

That's all I think I ever wanted, to go my own way and maybe find some love here and there.

We all know how loving ends. But I want to fall in love with the world anyway. To let it crack me open. I want to feel what there is to feel. While I am here.

I was slowly learning that love did not mean holding on, which I had always thought, but rather letting go.

One must learn to love. — This is what happens to us in music: first one has to learn to hear a figure and melody at all, to detect and distinguish it, to isolate it and delimit it as a separate life; then it requires some exertion and good will to tolerate it in spite of its strangeness, to be patient with its appearance and expression, and kindhearted about its oddity: — finally there comes a moment when we are used to it, when we wait for it, when we sense that we should miss it if it were missing: and now it continues to compel and enchant us relentlessly until we have become its humble and enraptured lovers who desire nothing better from the world than it and only it. — But that is what happens to us not only in music: that is how we have learned to love all things that we now love. In the end we are always rewarded for our good will, our patience, fairmindedness, and gentleness with what is strange; gradually, it sheds its veil and turns out to be a new and indescribable beauty: — that is its thanks for our hospitality. Even those who love themselves will have learned it in this way: for there is no other way. Love, too, has to be learned.

I've never really fallen in love
but whatever this feeling is
i wish everyone could experience it

Love should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it — to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

Love takes time.

The lover becomes the thing he loves
By virtue of much imagining;
Since what I long for is already in me,
The act of longing should be enough.