'The concept that really gets the goat of the gay-hater, the idea that really spins their melon and sickens their stomachs is that most terrible and terrifying of all human notions, love.
That one can love another of the same gender, that is what the homophobe really cannot stand. Love in all eight tones and all five semitones of the world's full octave.
Love as Agape, Eros, Philos; love as infatuation, obsession and lust; love as torture, euphoria, ecstasy and oblivion (this is beginning to read like a Calvin Klein perfume catalogue); love as need, passion and desire.'
- Stephen Fry
"to love and to be loved
is to feel the sun
from both sides."
"forget the damned motor car
and build the citiies for
lovers and friends."
- lewis mumford
'I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it next, because it relieves loneliness - that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined.
This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what, at last, I have found.'
- Bertrand Russell
Love's a different sort of thing, hot enough to make you flow into something, interflow, cool and anneal and be a weld stronger than what you started with.
– Theodore Sturgeon
"to love is so startling
it leaves little time
for anything else."
"When the power of love
the love of power,
the world will know peace."
'For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.'
- Carl Sagan
"i believe in the compelling power of love. i do not understand it,
i believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of all this thorny existence."
"Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire."
– Roland Barthes