Without love, our lives are empty.

How sad, lonely, and empty to live a life without love?

A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses. — Dr. Seuss” — Ellery Adams, The Vanishing Type

If there's no love, what then?

To live without you
is to be robbed of love
and what is life without it?
To live without you
is death to me, my love
but some call it life.

How peaceful life would be without Love, Adso. How Safe. How Tranquil. And how Dull.

Without love, deeds, even the most brilliant, count as nothing.

The clergymen call us sinners, conceived and born in sin. Bah! What confounded nonsense that is. Is it a sin to love, to feel the need for love, not to be able to live without love? I consider a life without love a sinful and immoral state.

A life without love is a waste. “Should I look for spiritual love, or material, or physical love?”, don’t ask yourself this question. Discrimination leads to discrimination. Love doesn’t need any name, category or definition. Love is a world itself. Either you are in, at the center…either you are out, yearning.

There is not love of life without despair about life.

How sad, empty, and lonely to live a life without love based solely upon control and manipulation?

Without justice there can be no love.

In love as as in speculation there is much filth; in love also, people think only of their own gratification; yet without love there would be no life, and the world would come to an end.

Where there is no love there is no understanding.