Love is not about staging the perfect proposal or creating a perfect relationship. It’s about learning to navigate the imperfections that are intrinsic to ourselves, our partners, and life itself.

People are never perfect, but love can be.

Love isn't finding a perfect person. It's seeing an imperfect person perfectly.

Love is only a recognition of our own guilt and imperfection, and a supplication for forgiveness to the perfect beloved. This is why we love those who are more beautiful than ourselves, why we fear them, and why we must be unhappy lovers.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

Love is what you've been through with somebody

It was finally becoming clear to her that love wasn't about finding someone perfect to marry. Love was about seeing through to the truth of a person, and accepting all their shades of light and dark. Love was an ability.

Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

People talk about love like it is patient and kind. Love is also dark. It is ferocious and angry and destructive.

Love is not love until love´s vulnerable.

Love means to love that which is unlovable; or it is no virtue at all.

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty thru good times and bad. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is content with the present; it hopes for the future and it doesn't brood over the past. It is the day-in and out chronicles of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories and common goals. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things that you lack. If you don't have it, no matter what else is there, it isn't enough..

Love is never something ready made, something merely 'given' to man and woman, it is always at the same time a 'task' which they are set. Love should be seen as something which in a sense never 'is' but is always only 'becoming', and what it becomes depends up on the contribution of both persons and the depth of their commitment.

Unless love is passion, it's not love, but something else; and passion thrives not on satisfaction, but on impediment.