I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms.

I fall in love with everything I also hate everything. It's very hard to be a misanthrope and a romantic.

I am in love with the world.

I am always in love.

All at once we were madly, clumsily, shamelessly, agonizingly in love with each other.

I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be.

I was not yet in love, yet I loved to love...I sought what I might love, in love with loving.

When you know beyond all doubting that the same life flows through all that is and you are that life, you will love all naturally and spontaneously. When you realize the depth and fullness of your love of yourself, you know that every living being and the entire universe are included in your affection.

We all know how loving ends. But I want to fall in love with the world anyway. To let it crack me open. I want to feel what there is to feel. While I am here.

I am so in love with you that there isn’t anything else.

Now I can see how that can happen. You can fall in love with anybody — a fool, a criminal, a nothing. There are no good rules.

I am in Love with Love
and Love is in love with me.
My body is in Love with the soul
and the soul is in Love with my body.
I opened my arms to Love
and Love embraced me like a lover.

Well, there I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn't care.

Be in love with your life, every detail of it.