Love is the only freedom from attachment. When you love everything, you are attached to nothing.
Mikhail NaimyRead
No love is Love that subjugates the Lover. No love is Love that feeds on flesh and blood. No love is Love that draws a woman to a man only to breed more women and men and thus perpetuate their bondage to the flesh.
Interpretation
True love liberates and empowers rather than enslaves or objectifies.
This quote emphasizes that genuine love should not dominate or degrade an individual. Instead, it should uplift and enable personal growth, transcending physical desires and societal constraints that perpetuate suffering and bondage.
In practice
In a speech about healthy relationships, one might say this quote to illustrate the importance of mutual respect.
Love is the only freedom from attachment. When you love everything, you are attached to nothing.
How much more infinite a sea is man? Be not so childish as to measure him from head to foot and think you have found his borders.
Often you shall think your road impassable, sombre and companionless. Have will and plod along; and round each curve you shall find a new companion.
You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.
Every human being must be viewed according to what it is good for. For not one of us, no, not one, is perfect. And were we to love none who had imperfection, this world would be a desert for our love.
Although our love is waning, let us stand by the lone border of the lake once more, together in that hour of gentleness. When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep.
Bodies count, of course - they count more than we're willing to admit - but we don't fall in love with bodies, we fall in love with each other. We all know that, but the moment we go beyond a catalogue of surface qualities and appearances, words begin to fail us, to crumble apart in mystical confusions and cloudy, unsubstantial metaphors.
Love is a time-honored way to transcend the separate-self sense and leap into the sublime; Treya and I held hands, closed our eyes, and jumped.
So I took her hand, and I don't know what everybody else heard, but to me it sounded like a slow dance: a little sad, but maybe a little hopeful, too.
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