To try to write love is to confront the muck of language: that region of hysteria where language is both too much and too little, excessive and impoverished.
Compassion does not just happen. Pity does, but compassion is not pity. It's not a feeling. Compassion is a viewpoint, a way of life, a perspective, a habit that becomes a discipline - and more than anything else, compassion is a choice we make that love is more important than comfort or convenience.
I believe love just happens once. You can be mistaken, you can think you are in love, but after a while you discover that you're really not. Real love is different.
It's very easy to fall in love when things are great, but the way to really fall in love is when things aren't great.
Love is never easy. It never is. And I'm not just talking about girl and guy, girlfriend, boyfriend, husband and wife. I'm talking about family, friends - all of that.
Love is a deception and a trap. Love is as big a myth that God sits with his flowing white beard in a throne and looks at us.