True love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have.
Interpretation
True love grows exponentially as it is shared and expressed.
This quote suggests that love is not a finite resource; rather, the more one gives love to others, the more love one feels and receives in return. It emphasizes the self-replenishing nature of true love, highlighting the joy and abundance that comes from sharing one's affection freely.
In practice
A wedding speech where you want to highlight the importance of giving love to strengthen relationships.
Grown-ups love figures... When you tell them you've made a new friend they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you "What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies? " Instead they demand "How old is he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make? " Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.
Attitude is a paintbrush. It colors everything!
Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious. Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.
In those days, I didn't understand anything. I should have judged her according to her actions, not her words. She perfumed my planet and lit up my life. I should never have run away! I ought to have realized the tenderness underlying her silly pretensions. Flowers are so contadictory! But I was too young to know how to love her.
When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey.
When the body sinks into death, the essence of man is revealed. Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied. Only those relationships matter. The body is an old crock that nobody will miss. I have never known a man to think of himself when dying. Never.
Every human activity can be put at the service of the divine and of love. We should all exercise our gift to build community.
It's not so much that he can't fall in love, but he has not the weakness necessary.
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
It always boils down to the same thing - not only receiving love, but desperately needing to give it.
I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet.
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