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John William Tuohy lives in Washington DC

What love is....................





Love is honesty.
Love is . . . Being honest with yourself at all times, Being honest with the other person at all times, Telling, listening, respecting the truth, And never pretending.

Love is understanding.
Love is . . . An understanding so complete that you feel as if you are a part of the other person, Accepting the other person just the way they are, And not trying to change them to be something else.

Love is the most important thing in the world. Hate, we should remove from the dictionary. John Wooden

Love is freedon
Love is . . . The freedom to pursue your own desires while sharing your experiences with the other person, The growth of one individual alongside of and together with the growth of another individual.

Love is excitement
Love is . . . The excitement of planning things together, The excitement of doing things together.

Love is patient
Love is being patient with each other's needs and desires.

The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others. Vincent Van Gogh

Love is acceptance
What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.  Ana├»s Nin

Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. … there are no age limits for love. Stendhal

“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”  C. S. Lewis, The Four Loves

Nothing is mysterious, no human relation. Except love. Susan Sontag

Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It’s just a little while, and then it burns away… Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality. Charles Bukowski

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness. Bertrand Russell, The Conquest of Happiness

What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love. Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

People sometimes say that you must believe in feelings deep inside, otherwise you’d never be confident of things like ‘My wife loves me’. But this is a bad argument. There can be plenty of evidence that somebody loves you. All through the day when you are with somebody who loves you, you see and hear lots of little tidbits of evidence, and they all add up. It isn’t purely inside feeling, like the feeling that priests call revelation. There are outside things to back up the inside feeling: looks in the eye, tender notes in the voice, little favors and kindnesses; this is all real evidence. Evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins in a letter to his ten-year-old daughter explaining the importance of evidence in science and in life

Love is untamed
Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused. Paulo Coelho The Zahir: A Novel of Obsession

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up. James Baldwin, The Price of the Ticket


Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time. Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore.