For love is exultant when it unites equals, but it is triumphant when it makes that which was unequal equal in love.

That's it really; it's all love, whichever way you look at it, it's all love. How much you can get from each other and that's determined by how much you're giving to each other. But it all starts within our self and then it spreads to those around us, good and bad. But basically, that's it, I think it's the love that we can generate is equal to the love that we get back ... Amen.

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

My husband used to say, that man and wife are equal in love because of their equal claim on each other. I never argued the point with him, but my heart said that devotion never stands in the way of true equality; it only raises the level of ground meeting. Therefore the joy of the higher equality remains permanent; it never slides down to the vulgar level of triviality.

L'amour fait les égalités et ne les cherche pas.

What if love wasn't the act of finding what you were missing but the give-and-take that made you both match?

The happiness you feel is in direct proportion to the love you give.

Love is responsibility of an I for a You: in this consists what cannot consist in any feeling - the equality of all lovers..

Love is that activity that makes the power of man and woman, that incorporates it into your own heart, when you can embody man and woman, when you can embody hell and heaven, when you can reconcile and contain, when man and woman becomes your content. In other words, when your women becomes your own content and you become her content, that’s love. And you recognize the full equality of that exchange because if she’s smaller than you, she can’t fill you. And if you’re larger than her, you can’t fill her. There has to be an understanding that there really is an absolute equaltity of power. Different kinds of power, obviously; different kinds of magic, different kinds of strength, different kinds of movement that's as different as night and day. And it is night and day, and it is the moon and the sun, and it is the land and the sea, and it is plus and minus, it is heaven and hell: it is all those antimonies, but they're all equal.

What is done in love is done well.

The real beloved is your beginning and your end.
When you find that one,
you'll no longer expect anything else

Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.

Many observers have noticed that love eliminates the distinction between giving and receiving. Since the selves of the two lovers are intermingled, scrambled, and fused, it feels more delicious to give to the beloved than to receive.

We came equals into this world, and equals shall we go out of it.